Watkins Glen State Park

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Instead of Watkins Glen State Park this article should really be

titled "the time I thought I was going to be kidnapped and

murdered." Of all the places I have gone alone this is one of the only

places I have ever been truly frightened (I was legit shaking after

I made it back to my car). What happened in this park was something

my family really didn't appreciate and made my dad question

whether he would let me travel alone again. 

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Watkins Glen State Park is located in Watkins Glen, NY and is the

most famous of the Finger Lakes State Parks. I visited this park

in September 2020 and had initially planned on allowing at least

half a day to explore it. However, after my visit to Niagara Falls

lasted hours longer than anticipated I didn’t have time to do some

of the other things I had planned for that day and decided to just head

straight to Watkins Glen and do some evening hiking. I arrived at

the park about an hour before sunset and thought I would have enough

time to hike the Gorge Trail (1.5 miles one way)

before the sun went down. Spoiler alert….I was wrong.

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Main Entrance 

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Before I set out on my hike through the park I came across a

sign on the main entrance billboard that said the Gorge trail

had been turned into a one way trail due to COVID and that

when you reached a certain fork you were to take this

connecting trail back to the main entrance instead of turning

around and going back the way you came. This was the

second thing that led to what could have been my own true crime story.

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The hike through Watkins Glen was absolutely gorgeous

especially with the fall colors that were just starting to appear

throughout the park. I saw multiple waterfalls, walked across

some beautiful stone bridges, and even through

some semi creepy yet cool passageways. 

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The sun continued to make its way closer to the horizon as

I came to a fork in the trail. I figured this was the spot the main entrance talked about

where I was supposed to take a connecting trail to return to there

via the new COVID one way route. I was expecting to

see trail marker signs when I arrived at this point however there

was nothing. Just one trail that branched left and one trail that

branched right. I whipped my head back and forth looking between

the two trails with every minute I spent standing there taking more

and more of my precious daylight away. Then, I saw a group of

people up ahead on the left trail. If they were all going that way, the

best guess is that it must be the way back to the

main entrance. So, I followed them. 

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The trail led me through the park with a dense forest of trees

on my right and a steep rocky dropoff on my left. I came around

the corner and my steps stuttered. In front of me was a parking

lot, but not the parking lot where I had parked my car. I could

feel the panic start to rise inside of me. I walked from one end

of the parking lot to the other looking for the spot where the trail

continued. Looking for anything that would tell me where I was

and more importantly tell me that I was on the right path.

Unfortunately, that is not what I found. On a billboard at the

end of the parking lot was a map and a sign stating I was at the

South Entrance of Watkins Glen. The park had two entrances

and I, little miss researcher/miss prepared for everything, did

not know about this going into the park. I was miles from my car

and by this point the sun had officially set and I was left standing

alone in the middle of the parking lot, with no cell

service, engulfed by the darkness. 

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Panic, dread, and just pure terror filled my body. As I speed

walked back across the parking lot to the trail I got out my phone

and recorded a Marco Polo for my friends in case anything were

to happen to me. I told them where I was, what had happened, and

that I loved them and my family. Maybe I was being a bit dramatic, but

dammit this was how almost every true crime story starts! 

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Using my phone as a flashlight I began to lightly jog back down

the trail which was filled with huge tree roots that could cause an

ankle sprain/fracture at any moment with just one wrong step. I could

barely see a few feet in front of me. It was so dark, but I could just make out

something moving on the trail ahead of me. Something big. I slowed

down to a walk and as I got closer and could make out the shape I knew

what it was….it was two people. Actually, it was two men. Walking alone

together in the dark of night in the woods WITHOUT A FLASHLIGHT.

And my true crime narrative continues. 

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I figured there were two reasons why they might be out in the woods

without a flashlight. 1) They were on the hunt for stupid girls like

me who managed to get themselves lost in the woods after dark so

they could rape and kill them, or 2) they knew the park extremely

well and didn’t need a flashlight. It was a lot harder to believe option

2. However, I decided to take a chance and ask them for directions

when I finally reached them. And that was the moment that my night

really took a turn, a turn my dad wished it had never come to. 

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These two guys informed me they had no idea where the main

entrance was and that they weren’t even from New York. They

were visiting just like me and were out on the trail because they

were looking for their friend who had run off. Interesting...warning

bells activated. Then, we continued to talk a little and they informed

me that their car was parked in the parking lot I had just come

from and they could give me a ride to my car if I wanted. SUS SUS

SUS. DANGER WILL ROBINSON. They could tell I was distressed and

tried to calm me down saying they were with a group of people and

that it was okay...they weren’t bad people. At that moment I had

two choices. Walk back alone in the dark woods for God knows how

long looking for the main entrance or accept a ride from these two

strangers and potentially be kidnapped, raped, killed, who knows. I

wasn’t getting a bad feeling from them although neither did Ted Bundy’s

wife or BTK’s family. I looked down the trail leading into the black

black night listening to the sounds of animals in the woods then looked

back to the guys. Y’all…..I took the ride. 

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And she was never heard from again. 

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Well...okay...I guess that doesn’t really work here, but that could

have been the way this story went and my family spent a lot of time

reminding me of that after hearing about this.

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What actually happened was that I walked back to the parking lot

with these two guys, met their group of friends that they were traveling

with, including their missing friend, (who they tried to exchange me out for...story for another time lol), and

then I hopped into the backseat of one of their cars and allowed them

to drive me back to mine. They were all extremely nice and I made it

back safe and sound. Shaking, but safe. So shout out

to Paul, Jessie, Dave, and your whole group for getting

me back to my car in one piece. 

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I am extremely lucky that that is how everything worked out and

I can promise you I will never be taking chances like

that again. (Although it does make for a good story. lol)

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PHOTO DUMP

Like seriously. Think of how amazing it would be to have a photoshoot here. 

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Aside from getting lost and putting my life in the hands of strangers

I really enjoyed my time in Watkins Glen State Park. It was absolutely

gorgeous and I am so happy I got to see it in the fall. I highly

recommend a stop here especially when you have time to

explore and aren’t rushed by the setting sun. 

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