An odd shape through the trees catches my eye in a shadowy stretch of woods. The GPS says there’s a spring just ahead. It would be nice to refill our bottles so we pull to the side of the dirt road to look around.
Joel and I walk through the trees across patches of snow down to the large metal pipe rising high above our heads from a worn concrete pad. No road or trail leads here.
“Alien technology,” I suggest.
“I hope so,” answers Joel. We don’t know what to make of it and can’t find a spring so we finish a few snacks and move on.