Rotting In the Woods

Growing up, things never really went to out into the woods to die. In retrospect, this is kind of odd. There was easy access to the national forest from the street. One would expect them to be full of disused household items: empty plastic bottles, rusty washers, crumbling cars and rotting couches. But no, things were pretty squeaky clean. As much as the forest can be. There's lots of dirt on the floor there, if you've ever looked.

Here, things are more normal. All the random stands of trees have little surprises/adventures waiting.