I didn't have anywhere else to put this... And it's a little strange.
First, some background: I started a new route at my job. This one goes out deep into the old gold camps and ghost towns. I travel up and down two major highways in the wilderness -- the first is part of the famous Ice Road (the very beginning of it, anyway), the second goes out to Circle City, called "Paris of the North" in 1896. They thought it was on the Arctic Circle (which is actually 40 miles north). So... New route. Blah blah blah. Beautiful but pretty boring despite listening to podcasts. No problems with people. Chanting to Hermes to keep me safe on the really bad parts of the road (in my head, I hear "Put on your seat belt!" -- lol).
Ok. So it's week 3. I'm driving past the old gold camp when I see a cool looking rock formation up on the hill I'm driving past. I like to stop and take pictures so I'm trying to figure out the best place to stop as I go by. Suddenly a deep chill runs through me. I know I'm being watched by...something...out there. I turn back to the road, turn up the music. On the way back, as I pass the spot, in my head comes the word "Windigo. Windigo. Windigo." Over and over. It's not "my" voice. Fucking slam on the gas. Who cares about moose at this point. I say out loud "I'm not saying that!" because I know "it" wants me to. Once I get up the hill I feel safe again. But I have to pass that spot every week and that whole stretch of road after the gold camp (excluding the lodge, which feels safe) feels "off".
I know that sounds fucking crazy but it was really weird. For the record I don't look up at those rocks anymore when I go by. I just pretend I don't see it. That said, I hope I never have to deliver a package to the gold camp -- they can pick it up at the lodge. Fuck that.