Looking back, I'm happy that I just didn't toss my camera down in my hurry. Well, between the creepy graveyard, the Umstead nuthouse, and the killer under the bridge, I figured I'd had enough photography for one day, at least out in the countryside by myself. In the past, in places I've been very uncomfortable, I've used photography to distract myself, to distance myself from the fear I was experiencing. It's not so often that I've followed my camera into situations that caused discomfort. No, that's not true. Anyhow, it made a good story, and I swear that I didn't scream like a school girl. Promise.

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