|The Crooked Bush creeped me out.|
It's a perfect horror movie location if I ever saw one.
Imagine it at midnight.
My family visited this genetically mutated grove of Aspen trees near Hafford, Saskatchewan while on our summer road trip. Science hasn't yet determined the cause of this oddity. Trees outside the grove are straight.
Inside the grove it feels somewhat enclosed. My pea-brain inner voice kept whispering, "behind you." Thus I wandered through the Crooked Bush like a rat in a maze.
The really creepy part happened after we left. We found a geocache at the end of the road past these gnarled trees and then a pick-up truck came over the hill and down the road toward our vehicle. I swear the first thing that popped into my head was this (just the music, not the claymation so much.)
So I peeled on out of there. In my rear-view mirror I watched the pick-up follow us for a while then turn around and drive back up over the hill...what the hell? So I joked that the pick-up was most definitely filled with extras from The Hills Have Eyes. But we all knew it was true. So while I fishtailed down that gravel road out of there, we all began weeping/screaming/laughing like maniacs until we finally reached the highway again. What can I say? In my little family, barbaric yawps diffuse the tension caused by overactive imaginations.
And that folks is why I TOTALLY recommend this place.