From Matt, again this is all I've received from those two.  Not sure what is going on.  We talk for about 10 minutes and then the phone dies.  Hoping to get a little more next time!!



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Sometimes, things aren’t what they seem, but they have a way of convincing even the hardest critics. Terri and I have just come from another hike through the woods. We brought our small trowels and the canvas bag we planned on bringing things back in.

            We made out way deep into a patch of woods that was actually made up of Sequoia trees. You have to remember, we are both from cold climates and the trees don’t get taller than about thirty-forty feet. If you have never seen a Sequoia tree, you are missing out.  They are so tall that one tree has enough wood to build 20 medium houses. The part that was most fascinating was the surround wooded areas didn’t have trees as tall. It was as if this one area stood out…on purpose.

            Of course, being the curious people we are, we both wanted to know why? So we easily chose that area for our first dig.

            It didn’t take long before we dug up a few arrow heads; yes, they’re actually real. Not that we doubted it, but to see and touch them was surreal.

            Knowing the legend of the haunting and God knows what else, we decided to fill in the holes just to be on the safe side. No need in pissing off the Chief, right?

The part that still baffles us is when we went to put the dirt back in, it’s was very wet, almost mud-like. When we dug the holes, there was no dampness whatsoever. The dirt was ‘as dry as a bone’ as the old saying goes. The hole was muddy as well, as if someone poured water in it and the dry ground soaked it up.

We aren’t overly concerned. Later on today we’re going back toward town to see if we can get more information from the town’s people. They weren’t very forthcoming with any information, but we hope now that they’ve seen us around for a few days, they might feel a bit more relaxed and willing to talk to us. We also plan on going out past Dutch and see if the surrounding bigger towns have heard of the legend or seen anything unusual, or maybe even visited Dutch and felt they needed to leave. It certainly has been interesting.