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Night at Fauxhenge with Andi, Cyberwolf, Jay, and me, and fun with lights on the walk.
Had a fun dinner at IHOP where Andi met up with us. We brought her to a favorite place we held rituals at, which we affectionately refer to as Fauxhenge. It's a rounded stone structure with obelisks at the mouth. A modest lake is to one side, and Boulder Creek on the other. Between, flanking Fauxhenge, are unkempt fields and trees.
As soon as we left the cars behind, Jay and I looked up just in time to catch sight of the brightest shooting star I've ever witnessed.
After the long walk, it felt good to see and feel the place again.
We placed an apple and four of the leaf-shaped candies on what we always felt was the altar of Fauxhenge.
Antonio and I off to the altar's left.
Andi perched on obelisk as seen through trees.
Looking straight across Fauxhenge from the altar.
Looking out to the right of the altar.
Antonio loping around the perimeter.
Red Skies At Night (I love that song).
Another angle with red sky.
Curious lights in trees.
Cool effects with distant streetlights and porch lights.
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We came to a particularly dark patch of overgrown field where an old door and a partial wall stand. We've passed by it for years, and made up all sorts of stories about it. We never approached it until that night.
The door
Close-up of the door
Andi leaving cookie bits at the door
As soon as we left the cars behind, Jay and I looked up just in time to catch sight of the brightest shooting star I've ever witnessed.
After the long walk, it felt good to see and feel the place again.
We placed an apple and four of the leaf-shaped candies on what we always felt was the altar of Fauxhenge.
Antonio and I off to the altar's left.
Andi perched on obelisk as seen through trees.
Looking straight across Fauxhenge from the altar.
Looking out to the right of the altar.
Antonio loping around the perimeter.
Red Skies At Night (I love that song).
Another angle with red sky.
Curious lights in trees.
Cool effects with distant streetlights and porch lights.
We came to a particularly dark patch of overgrown field where an old door and a partial wall stand. We've passed by it for years, and made up all sorts of stories about it. We never approached it until that night.