Strange Encounter on a Road Trip Somewhere in Mendocino, CA/u/bananaconfit

The Paranormal | July 9, 2023

Strange Encounter on a Road Trip Somewhere in Mendocino, CA/u/bananaconfit

Yesterday, my husband and I embarked on a spontaneous adventure, driving up to Ukiah, CA, and beyond to indulge in some hiking and sightseeing. With a free Saturday on our hands, we decided to bring along our trusty four-legged companion and explore the beautiful outdoors. Little did we know that our journey would take an unexpected turn during the drive home, between Navarro River Redwood State Park and Paul Dimmick Campgrounds.

Reflecting on the day, there was one peculiar incident that stood out to me. It happened at a random rest stop we stumbled upon on our way up. As nature called, I made a quick pit stop in the restroom while my husband and our dog took a short walk. When I returned to the car, my husband had wandered off, engrossed in capturing moments through the lens of his camera. It was unusual since he typically keeps me in the loop about such things. Nonetheless, I brushed it off, assuming it was just a new quirk he had developed.

Up until that point, everything had been enjoyable. We had driven through a mesmerizing tunnel of redwood trees, met fascinating people along the way, and even caught a glimpse of the magnificent coastline by taking Highway 1. My husband even alerted me whenever he'd wander off to take pictures. Once we were ready to drive home, we stopped and grabbed some food, got some Starbucks, and continued the journey to home.

However, it was the stretch of road between Navarro River Redwood State Park and Paul Dimmick Campgrounds that gave rise to an unnerving experience. My husband had been excitedly talking about this particular area all week, but I had an unsettling feeling as darkness started to descend. My stomach felt bloated, and my heart raced with unease. I voiced my concerns, pleading with him not to stop for pictures, and he agreed because he felt strange, too. Nevertheless, when we reached a bend that led us beneath a canopy of towering trees, the car came to a halt.

To my surprise, my husband unbuckled his seatbelt and opened his door. Bewildered, I asked him what he was doing, to which he simply replied, "I don't know." He proceeded to lower the windows, clutching his phone instead of shutting the car door.

Our usually excitable dog, sensing something unusual, moved from his usual spot on my husband's lap to mine. He sat quietly, his gaze fixed straight ahead, displaying a rare calmness instead of his usual eagerness to explore.

The air grew still, and the sky seemed strangely brighter than before. It was 7:28 pm when we entered the canopy. Despite our earlier agreement, my husband couldn't resist capturing the mysterious atmosphere, opting to take pictures from inside the car. As I looked around, I noticed the crisp, fresh scent in the air, reminiscent of an air conditioned sterile office building. I whistled a short tune, but the sound didn't echo. It was eerily quiet. I also couldn't help but notice the absence of fallen trees or debris on the forest floor. No other vehicles or people were present, save for us. Even the call boxes were nowhere to be seen.

After exchanging a few words, a black car passed by followed by a silver one, seemingly breaking the spell. My husband snapped out of whatever trance had befallen him, swiftly closing the windows, starting the car, and driving away. Strangely, it was 8:03 pm when we finally left that place, even though it felt like our conversation lasted no more than five minutes. Oh! And remember the tune I whistled? A random bird whistled it back as we were pulling out.

Our dog remained still and on my lap until we passed Paul Dimmick Campgrounds. When we finally had a chance to discuss what had happened, my husband confessed that he couldn't remember anything from the moment we entered that mysterious stretch of road until we left it.

As I sit here now, trying to make sense of this bewildering experience, I can't help but question my own sanity. The events that transpired are beyond my comprehension, and I find myself searching for an explanation that eludes me.

Has anyone else encountered something similar in the area or had a similarly bizarre experience during a road trip? I would greatly appreciate any insights or reassurance that I'm not alone in this inexplicable occurrence.

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[link] [comments]Yesterday, my husband and I embarked on a spontaneous adventure, driving up to Ukiah, CA, and beyond to indulge in some hiking and sightseeing. With a free Saturday on our hands, we decided to bring along our trusty four-legged companion and explore the beautiful outdoors. Little did we know that our journey would take an unexpected turn during the drive home, between Navarro River Redwood State Park and Paul Dimmick Campgrounds. Reflecting on the day, there was one peculiar incident that stood out to me. It happened at a random rest stop we stumbled upon on our way up. As nature called, I made a quick pit stop in the restroom while my husband and our dog took a short walk. When I returned to the car, my husband had wandered off, engrossed in capturing moments through the lens of his camera. It was unusual since he typically keeps me in the loop about such things. Nonetheless, I brushed it off, assuming it was just a new quirk he had developed. Up until that point, everything had been enjoyable. We had driven through a mesmerizing tunnel of redwood trees, met fascinating people along the way, and even caught a glimpse of the magnificent coastline by taking Highway 1. My husband even alerted me whenever he'd wander off to take pictures. Once we were ready to drive home, we stopped and grabbed some food, got some Starbucks, and continued the journey to home. However, it was the stretch of road between Navarro River Redwood State Park and Paul Dimmick Campgrounds that gave rise to an unnerving experience. My husband had been excitedly talking about this particular area all week, but I had an unsettling feeling as darkness started to descend. My stomach felt bloated, and my heart raced with unease. I voiced my concerns, pleading with him not to stop for pictures, and he agreed because he felt strange, too. Nevertheless, when we reached a bend that led us beneath a canopy of towering trees, the car came to a halt. To my surprise, my husband unbuckled his seatbelt and opened his door. Bewildered, I asked him what he was doing, to which he simply replied, "I don't know." He proceeded to lower the windows, clutching his phone instead of shutting the car door. Our usually excitable dog, sensing something unusual, moved from his usual spot on my husband's lap to mine. He sat quietly, his gaze fixed straight ahead, displaying a rare calmness instead of his usual eagerness to explore. The air grew still, and the sky seemed strangely brighter than before. It was 7:28 pm when we entered the canopy. Despite our earlier agreement, my husband couldn't resist capturing the mysterious atmosphere, opting to take pictures from inside the car. As I looked around, I noticed the crisp, fresh scent in the air, reminiscent of an air conditioned sterile office building. I whistled a short tune, but the sound didn't echo. It was eerily quiet. I also couldn't help but notice the absence of fallen trees or debris on the forest floor. No other vehicles or people were present, save for us. Even the call boxes were nowhere to be seen. After exchanging a few words, a black car passed by followed by a silver one, seemingly breaking the spell. My husband snapped out of whatever trance had befallen him, swiftly closing the windows, starting the car, and driving away. Strangely, it was 8:03 pm when we finally left that place, even though it felt like our conversation lasted no more than five minutes. Oh! And remember the tune I whistled? A random bird whistled it back as we were pulling out. Our dog remained still and on my lap until we passed Paul Dimmick Campgrounds. When we finally had a chance to discuss what had happened, my husband confessed that he couldn't remember anything from the moment we entered that mysterious stretch of road until we left it. As I sit here now, trying to make sense of this bewildering experience, I can't help but question my own sanity. The events that transpired are beyond my comprehension, and I find myself searching for an explanation that eludes me. Has anyone else encountered something similar in the area or had a similarly bizarre experience during a road trip? I would greatly appreciate any insights or reassurance that I'm not alone in this inexplicable occurrence. submitted by /u/bananaconfit [link] [comments]

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