It was late into November of 2016. My sister and I decided that we wanted to take a hike to an old, abandoned work prison near Burwash, Ontario, Canada. The prison has been abandoned since the late 60’s and the only things remaining are warning signs and garbage, ghosts and graffiti.
Along our 12 kilometer walk, we had to follow around that passed through an active military base. We could hear guns off in the distance as soldiers practiced their trade. A few times, we even ran into a group of soldiers marching through the woods in full camouflage, rifles in hand.
We also ran into this tree. It was nearly completely covered in wooden plaques. Each plaque had a name engraved onto it. I still don’t know who the names belong to. My only guess could be that it’s the name of soldiers who’ve lost their lives. I read every name on the tree. I didn’t know any of them but their names still cross my mind from time to time.