{"id":6538,"date":"2023-09-10T17:16:12","date_gmt":"2023-09-10T21:16:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/ch115\/?p=6538"},"modified":"2023-09-10T17:16:12","modified_gmt":"2023-09-10T21:16:12","slug":"ripped-up-at-rice-rips","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/ch115\/2023\/09\/10\/ripped-up-at-rice-rips\/","title":{"rendered":"Ripped up at Rice Rips"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I turned right out of Colby\u2019s parking lot eager to see where this set of coordinates would take me. Thoughts bounced around my head about where I could be going. I was in the car for a mere 5 minutes before I pulled into the dirt \u201cparking lot\u201d on the side of the road. Calling it a parking lot would be generous; it was more like a patch of gravel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As I stepped out of my car, I walked past a yellow gate that was put in place to keep cars out and headed down the long dirt path. My heart raced as I walked down wondering what crime could have taken place here, as the possibilities seemed endless. To the right of me, I could see the Rice Rips dam, which had dynamic water flowing rapidly through its large cylinders. To the left of me was a spirited river with pumps shooting out the water from the dam on the right. It was a very secluded area with trees blocking outside sight on each side.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/lh4.googleusercontent.com\/Avy81C6ILH-srYfNAhpLsAtehwKnLhnulXoORyVDnnVW4USvERrsADr0X_qXyEGo_cWokuAN2zVlaTZm-GiX8JvOAf2kLP7uT4tPVD2WOqMXhnk6q_OaHLT75m49QYetANcMXftii-Qw2FFYTd7oUww\" alt=\"\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/lh3.googleusercontent.com\/_ZV8kBrCA15gjVreKhmJ0Qd8ZRzKunOSve0IcSFENE95R1QhMhSKSvAbr5BuLLgwrb07j2QxHH8E1wKU03foAjTR7fcTzLVvpV52DAV9cO5pB8x4mYEm4juwumH9nwcDzAd56hX0Mi-sXO_xSBUG5t8\" alt=\"\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>I stepped one foot in front of the other, my eyes darting from side to side taking everything in. My senses heightened and I paid close attention to what I could hear, which was just the noise of rushing water and the sounds of my flip-flops smacking on the ground with each step. As I got to the end of the path there was a large building, I would say about 50 feet tall, It had a flat roof and many outside staircases. It was an ominous sight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/lh4.googleusercontent.com\/-FEiBqmkWgJcPpX1P-eQlC59gXY4ukmAfI09aY0D1PDJt6Dn4iAPvo1_pugD-Uvjx1ibxHBb31zAHv3wJ86Z2OjA4au21CJSjPt45fghyggyF747a9V4Y0xhEHAb2WAf5TMja6aBsikU1CBX7dUrgGU\" alt=\"\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>I started thinking about what could have happened. Was it a murder? Did someone get pushed off the roof? The stairs? Were they drowned in the river? My mind was racing with ideas. As I approached the building I noticed an opening down a slight hill. Filled with curiosity I went down and looked around inside. It was very dark and had two small \u2018chamber\u2019 looking areas with a bridge in front leading out into the river. It was a chilling sight.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/lh6.googleusercontent.com\/L6hlVrkcury__22D3hjP5jhY6LN9e6qOrPpVVfvzUiHIb_71JJ52EIR3K1eH1Z5RN6DFrwzDYt1hMG-oidBZEgOIIXvcc51ecdhOjyUnJvvtwsEgGCVQOZT7gF9SQ45q9tu5GoSxvWurQWUWwUBp_Ds\" alt=\"\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/lh3.googleusercontent.com\/rfzemLm5q-KSWRWb_VoUP-knqZTeEmhcaegmgVXsN4iEG9QS4VIoDz_h_jaBREBp4Pdr8afX38g05edeAcM8I3oR_TM8NtS1Ux0sLU6ELkJ7yaAfwA4GQWoXLyFNgFoAbEtuh_FYD6BDbzvAf4qT7ck\" alt=\"\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>This caused my interest to deepen. Was someone kidnapped and held captive here? It seemed like a perfect place to commit a crime as nothing was around. This led me to start questioning how a victim would have gotten here had they not been lured here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u00a0I left the sight overly intrigued by what could have happened. Is it something that any of us will ever know the truth about?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>(416 words)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I turned right out of Colby\u2019s parking lot eager to see where this set of coordinates would take me. Thoughts bounced around my head about where I could be going. 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