One Month at a Time: Flinderation Tunnel -- getting there is most of the battle

Jamie and I pulled up alongside a stack of heavy logs blocking the path.

It looked like someone was clearing the woods beyond the dirt road, maybe doing a little bit of logging.

I was glad Jamie had offered to drive.

My modest-sized Chevy Cruze wouldn’t have survived the trip up this rough-hewn road. I’d have gutted it on a rock and we’d have been out of luck.

Jamie’s SUV cleared the ruts and dips with no trouble, and now we stood ... absolutely nowhere.

“I don’t see a tunnel,” I told her.

Jamie shook her head. That was obvious. She pointed over past a line of bushes and said, “But we got a cemetery.”

Well, that was something -- a forlorn burial ground on the edge of an old wood, miles from much of anything.

It wasn’t what we’d come for, but it seemed like a legitimately spooky fin