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The Ogre Mountain
Taking the side road
“Why the hell did you just take this exit?”
“Hey, we’ll still get where we’re going.”
“Yeah but you just took us out of the way and it will take an extra twenty or thirty minutes!”
“So?”
“So I want to get there. We’re not sight-seeing here.”
“We’re not?”
“No, we’re not. Seriously, why are we going this way instead of the direct route?”
“You’ll see.”
We drove in silence for about ten minutes. Finally, I pointed off to the side of the road, “See that rock formation over there? What does that look like?”
He looked over in that direction, “Whoa! Holy shit. It looks like some ogre or monster or devil or something. And he’s laughing!”
I laughed, “Kinda spooky, huh?”
He kept staring at it, “Jesus, I can’t believe I never saw that before.”
“That’s because you always take the direct route and miss all the sight-seeing.”
He kept staring at the rock formation and turned his body as we passed it, “You know what? From this angle it kind of looks like some witch or something. Man, that is freaky.”
