Peligro means 'danger' in spanish.

Back when I was a teenager, I spent a week on a survival 'camp out' in the Superstition Mountains. We hiked back and eventually nested in a remote area with a small, nasty spring for water. There is an old legend of a miner who went up into the mountains and found a huge load of gold. The tale has it that he died without ever disclosing the location.

Anyways, on the 2nd night of our stay, I was sleeping in a makeshift lean too with a few others, and having a hard time sleeping, for whatever reason. As I lay there, in the pitch black, I began to hear the sound of 'picking' way off in the distant. Maybe a mile or so. Then it got closer. Then it drew further away. Then it sounded like it was about 10 yards away. It kept going all night long. I had a machette with me (I was 16, what do you want?) and lay there with my hand gripped so tightly that I lost feeling. The noise kept fading and returning. It was awful.

The next night I was so exhausted that I fell asleep right after dark. The last night we were there, I did hear it again, but it faded away as I fell asleep. No one else heard it, but I'll be damned if it wasn't as clear as day.

That's my story of eery nighttime noises. And yes, I plan on hiking about Four Peaks in the near future, so I'll be listening for it. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />