told by Eleanorah Starr
Trespassing
Photo by form PxHere
I stumbled into the world of Ereth by accident. Completely by accident.
I left my mountain bike around the backside of a copse of spruce trees where it would be hidden, since my search involved trespassing. And though I didn’t expect to be there long, I preferred to avoid disgruntled property owners. The hillside sloped upward ahead of me, dotted with other evergreens I could use to hide from the few cars that might drive by while I was visible. The noisy, early-spring gravel road would warn me anyway.
Oh, I’m sorry, I thought I had mentioned that before. I was in Vermont, mid-Vermont I guess you would say, searching for a megalith site I read about online. I had visited some megaliths during my time in Ireland many years ago, and they were fascinating; so full of history and energy.
That winter had been a long, cold, icy affair and I needed an adventure. So I headed north to investigate what I had read.
I headed up the hillside hoping I had chosen the right location.
After about ten minutes of hiking and marking my trail for the return, I came upon a tall, jagged, triangular-shaped stone encircled by large maple trees. Gnarled, weathered roots crawled and stretched toward the stone creating a ray-like sculpture on the ground. As I stepped between the trunks, a humming vibration danced along my skin, raising the hair on my neck.
(Photo by form PxHere)
It was as if the trees were protecting the menhir.
Crossing the lumpy ground to the stone, I reached out to touch the gouged surface. It felt warm. Wait—how? There was no sun, it was a cloudy day.
Something rustled behind me. Startled, I lurched on the roots underfoot, trying not to twist an ankle. I leaned onto the nearest trunk for stability and cover. Later I recalled the tree was warm too, but I was too spooked to acknowledge it then. I peered around in the direction of the noise and there was the stone chamber.
It looked ancient. The dry-laid rock walls framed a typical megalith doorway of three much larger, flat rectangular stones. I stopped several paces from the structure, thoughts racing through my head—
How old is this?
Who built it?
This is amazing, I can’t believe I found it!
Do I dare go inside?
Trees grew all over the top of the chamber, nestling it further into the hillside and the forest. I decided to go in. I only had this one opportunity, most likely. About three paces from the door, the humming started again, this time more in my head. My skin tingled and I recalled that feeling I had at the sites in Ireland. I passed under the lintel into an earthy, warm interior.
Well of course it would be, I was out of the chilly wind.
What was in that ancient chamber? Let me know what you think is there in the comments below. Then look for my next post this weekend!
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