847. Morgan, Morgan County (UT07)

I don’t even know what’s going on with this building here, so don’t ask me.  It’s obviously a county building because there’s a county memorial out front, but city hall is attached to it?  I didn’t know, and at that point, I’m not really sure I cared.  I knew that anything that represented a courthouse in Utah was going to be a bit wonky, so there was no reason to give myself fits trying to figure it out.  This was the best candidate I could find, and I gave it a good faith effort.  Besides, I was going to be back in the area one day (hopefully soon).  If it turned out that I made a mistake, I could fix it then.  Until then, I would “enjoy” the dubious pleasures of the nightlife of Morgan, all the high schoolers hanging around at the local convenience store and riding in their cars with too much engine.    

The cache turned out to be a pill bottle tethered to a tree at a scenic overlook, but I failed you all as a journalist because I didn’t get a photograph of it.  I was overwhelmed by an eerie feeling that I couldn’t quite comprehend.  I’ve been afraid before on a few occasions, but this was different.  Where the other times had been anxiety, this one was more a preternatural fear that I couldn’t entirely explain or describe.  I only knew that I felt it, and in that moment, it drove me to get away as quickly as possible.  Was there something about the county that set off this fear?  I spent a lot of time examining the root of the feeling on the way to…