We got back to camp and told the rest of the family and when they heard it all thought it was strange. One of my daughters says that she could see some deranged person burying someone's child back there and with that thought floating around in my head and after the rest of the family left Doug and I to a night alone there -I had a very troubled night with dreams I don't want to remember.
When I woke up Monday morning I immediately decided I should call the Troopers. I called my daughter who was at work by then and asked for the Palmer Police number. I talked to my husband and he left me thinking I probably was over-reacting, then I thought I probably am a silly woman and I didn't call anyone.
So, out there is this grave of something (pet?) of someone (small child?) or maybe part of someone's weird sense of humor (prank?).