Okay, maybe "found" isn't quite the right word. As we made our way along a ridge, we noticed an awful smell. Before I could ask what it was, the path collapsed, and I went sliding down the side of the mountain...
... Straight into a pool of this horrible, unidentifiable muck.
Luckily, Todd brought a rope. He tossed one end down to me, and pulled me up. "Wonder where that stuff came from?" he asked. "There's not supposed to be any dumping in this area."
"I'm sure they're surprised to hear that," I said sarcastically. "Let's just head back to the cabin. I need a shower. I don't know what I'm going to do with these clothes."
Maybe it was the heat of the sun, or maybe it was whatever I'd fallen into, but my whole body started to tingle.
Todd noticed it first. "Sarah," he said, "you-you're..."
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