Adventures, in general and specific

I really believe I have read a great many of the right sort of books (the kind that make your brain bend backwards and do push-ups while also taking you outside of yourself)  and what I have learned from them (besides what not to do in a dragon's lair) is that we were all made to want adventure.  Think about that just a little, if you don't mind, because it will be fun and might be healthy for your brain.  Math problems aren't the only thing that make it exercise, you know.

Life is supposed to be an adventure made up of lots of adventures.  Have you ever noticed, though, that the trouble with adventures is that they're so hard to recognize?  While we're having them all we see is the hardship, the frustration, the little sleep, cold feet, fear, and uncertainty.  It's not until we're sitting on our couches safe, dry, and recovered, that we are able to look back and realize that the ordeal had actually been an adventure.  I doubt that Bilbo Baggins would have understood that's what he was on in The Hobbit if he had not been told so to begin with.  I have decided to take my cue from Gandalf, too.  Bad traffic, hectic schedules, running to class in the freezing rain... all these things are more bearable if I recognize them for what they are instead of the mundane annoyances the enemy tries to turn them into.

Now, as promised, I will relate my Saturday morning adventure:

While walking along a small, barely used highway (the state park was too crowded) we (my three friends and their dog) found a nice, wide trail.  Naturally, being adventurous women, we took the trail and left the road behind.  Who wouldn't?  It was a sunny day, but still everything managed to seem just the least bit creepy.  I mean, why was this trail here, anyway?  It was not fit for cars, it was not for power-lines (we crossed a power-line strip where the trees and underbrush was cleared away), it had no apparent purpose.  Then, in the distance, we saw a car.  We thought it might be a boat at first, but the closer we got, there was no doubt that it was a car.

Why was it there?  How did it get there?  How long had it been there?  Maybe there was a homeless man living in it.  Maybe we were about to walk up on a crime scene.  Maybe it was a crime scene with a homeless man who had a knife and we were about to get knifed to death...

Our imaginations went wild, happily so, as we approached it.  The dog loped along with us care-free, so we weren't really worried.  But our interest was piqued in a real way once we got to the car.  I'll show you why:

It was burned.  It had been torched.  The paint was gone, the metal had melted in some places...  Weird.  It had been there a while, too, because the ground around it had not been recently bothered by either traffic or fire.  I'm somewhat used to cars being dumped in the middle of nowhere--we have some family land out in west Texas that has several ancient vehicles resting in peace--but this was not like that at all.  This was deliberate destruction.

The only thing on it that was not burned beyond recognition (the license plate was empty) was this:

Curiouser and curiouser, right?  Doesn't it just make you want to know WHY this PORSCHE was out in the middle of nowhere, burned to death?  And we even had to cross a significantly sized ditch that no car of this caliber could cross, so, weird.

We decided that the most likely possibility is that it was stolen and then the person burned it to get rid of the evidence since selling it would only get them caught.  We also discussed that it could have been dumped out there because there was a body in the trunk.....

We checked.  There wasn't one.  (At least, not anymore...)

ANYway.  It just made me want to go all Nancy Drew on its hiney and figure it out, but of course I have not. What I have done is imagine all sorts of unlikely but interesting reasons why an expensive sports car met its untimely and unfortunate demise somewhere in the woods.

Once we determined that we could not determine anything else, we left and continued our walk in more inhabited areas.  Here's another picture from our trek for the heck of it:

Thanks for reading and please don't hesitate to share your ideas on the Porsche case, but make sure they're clever.  I don't want any downer-duh suggestions, please!