With the tree-racer snake stalking me from above, I needed someplace to duck into for a moment until the tree-racer lost interest. Fortunately for me, in the side of a hill just ahead I see what looks to be a large groundhog den in the side of a hill ahead of me.
Some dead elms have blown down accross the opening, and I would have missed it if I wasn’t looking so hard for someplace to hide out.
I zig-zag to throw the pursuing tree racer off, and then crash through into the den entrance. The den entrance turns out to conceal a small cave which looks to have been hollowed out and even framed with timbers at some point in the past to form sort of a root cellar.
It is cooler inside. A notice a smallish stream of water gurgling out from under one dark corner, and then trickle accross the floor of the cave before disappearing into a crack under the bottom of the wall I’m leaning against. I suppose the water had better places to go than hang out in an abondonned root cellar cave.
Of course the trickle didn’t have a tree-racer stalking it either.
I set the cans of murky green pop into the cold trickle and catch my breath.