Clowns in the Woods and the Vilification of Nature

Clown in the woods offering free hugs

Clowns have been in the news lately. There’ve been clown in South Carolina and even in North Carolina where I live, in addition to many other states. In one case a man with a machete was reported to have chased one of these clowns into the woods. That incident took place in Greensboro, North Carolina, which is a mere thirty miles from where I live.

So I’ve been thinking about clowns lately, despite my own skepticism regarding the phenomenon.

You’re Kidding Me, Right?

The reports of malevolent clowns that I’ve read have characterized their activity as consisting in large part of a concerted attempt to lure people into the woods by use of candy or offers of money. Obviously this sounds nonsensical, but the idea caters to certain stereotypes of clowns that have been prevalent on social media for some time, including this notorious meme of a clown in the woods with “Free Hugs” displayed to the side.

Clown in the woods offering free hugs

As you probably know by now, I love the woods. If I were to choose any place in all the world to live without any consideration for economics and with only my own happiness in mind, I would choose the woods. This probably stems from my childhood, since I grew up in a residential area that was heavily wooded, and I found myself in the woods frequently as a child. Consequently the woods are a place of familiarity and comfort for me.

Or at least they were.

With the advent of reports about clowns engaging in various sinister activities loosely related to wooded areas, my feelings have started to shift. This shift has been mostly subconscious but noticeable nonetheless. Nowhere was this more apparent than on a recent hike to Eno River State Park in Durham, North Carolina, which I took earlier this month.

Map of Shakori Trail at Eno River State Park

Just Another Hike in the Woods…

I arrived at the Fews Ford Access (6101 Cole Mill Road, Durham, NC 27705) at Eno River State Park around 5:30 PM and immediately scrutinized the trail kiosk to see where I would go for the day. I’d already explored the trails surrounding Fews Ford and the southern stretch of the Eno. But when I saw there was a considerable expanse of forest to the north which I hadn’t yet covered, I knew where I’d be heading.

Setting off from the trail kiosk, I quickly joined Buckquarter Creek Trail. Following this, I wound my way through the surrounding hills, quickly leaving the Eno behind. After a half mile, I reached a trail junction, veered right, and continued on Ridge Trail, presently unconcerned about clowns.

After about another half mile, I heard the sound of rushing water ahead of me. Pulling out my park map, I determined that the sound was emanating from Buckquarter Creek itself. Reaching the creek, I looked for a bridge but instead found a ford consisting of several rocks in a row, bordered by a sycamore on the far bank.

Sycmore tree by Buckquarter Creek

As I did, it occurred to me that it might be a good place for a malevolent clown to hide.

After taking my photos, I hopscotched across the stream, ascended the base of the eponymous ridge, took a right at the fork in the road, and joined Shakori Trail. Judging from the depiction of the trail on the park map, I figured it wouldn’t take more than fifteen or twenty minutes to complete. By now the sun was noticeably fading, and I estimated I had thirty minutes of good daylight by which to navigate these unfamiliar woods.

There were, however, a few caveats. I had set out from my house without charging my phone, and now it had less than five percent power. Additionally my small digital camera which I take on hiking excursions had already died, leaving me to take photos on my phone, thereby expending more of its limited power. Finally I had no flashlight and knew I would need to use my phone for that purpose if the woods became too dark.

All of this increased my apprehension about venturing into this stretch of woods. But I did anyway, fully cognizant that this was by far the best place in the entire park for a clown with a bad attitude to be hiding.

Immediately I could tell that the woods to the north were rarely traversed by humans. The trail was narrower, there were more sticks and branches in the way, and at points the trail itself seemed to fade into the surrounding woods. Normally this wouldn’t have bothered me. But because of the lateness of the hour and my unfamiliarity with the terrain, I was becoming apprehensive. Thoughts of what might be lurking in the gloom didn’t help.

Despite the depiction of Shakori Trail, there was a greater distance to walk than I was expecting. With every passing minute the sunlight waned, the trail continued, and my apprehension grew. It didn’t help that I happened to stumble upon the largest animal droppings I’ve ever seen on a park trail. And though I can’t say definitively what species made the deposit, I’m guessing it was a bear.

To the casual observer, however, it could easily have been the droppings of a clown.

Things Get Creepy

After passing the droppings, I continued on my way. The trail was still climbing upward at a steady rate, indicating that I hadn’t reached the top of the ridge for which Ridge Trail is named. At the same time, the sunlight was fast fading.

Without warning I heard a rustling in the woods to my left. There was a valley to that side which obscured my sight, and an image of a clown with a malicious sneer momentarily intruded on my thoughts. By this time, my stomach was tied in knots.

Still I was determined to finish what I started, and no amount of rustling in the woods was going to stop me. At last the trail began to level out, and within ten minutes I saw a yellow metal gate which marked the convergence of Shakori Trail and Ridge Trail. Seeing this, I could finally relax.

From that point onward, I kept a brisk pace. It was 6:30, and I didn’t want to extend my stay any longer than necessary. The woods were darkening noticeably by this time, and decreased visibility only increased my apprehension. Every darkened corner of the woods seemed like the perfect hideout for a clown; every rustle in the branches seemed like the approach of a clown. And no matter how much I tried to get rid of these thoughts, they just wouldn’t go away.

At last I made it back to Buckquarter Creek. Quickly I hopscotched across and felt a wave of relief at the prospect of being back on a section of trail that was reasonably well traversed by other hikers. To my left, however, there was a deserted cabin in the woods, which under the circumstances didn’t require a significant leap of imagination to be seen as a potential hideout for a malevolent clown.

Cabin in the woods

With the last stretch of trail in front of me, I saw motion ahead. Immediately my stomach was in my mouth, and for a second I thought about hiding under a log.

But instead I swallowed my fear and kept hiking. After another hundred feet, I could finally make out the features of the approaching entity. And as soon as I did, I relaxed.

It was just another hiker.

And I Made It Back in One Piece

Finally I was done with the trail, and I got back into my car. There’d been no stalking by clowns, no molestation from clowns, no sinister offers from clowns, no lurking or skulking of clowns. In short, nothing bad had happened.

And this was when it dawned on me. The most harmful effect of recent media coverage about clowns has been the effect on people’s relationship with nature. Woods have been vilified once again as sites of malevolence, perversion, and violence. This vilification is nothing new, as anyone who’s familiar with the story of Little Red Riding Hood can attest. But the disparaging misrepresentation of clowns in the woods continues the trend and takes it to another level, adding an element of infantilizing terror to the experience and further dissuading anyone, especially children, from ever taking that first step into the embrace of nature.

And that’s the real horror story.

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9 thoughts on “Clowns in the Woods and the Vilification of Nature

  1. So it looks like you have posed a new question for the ages: “Does a clown s**t in the woods?” Haha. Very nicely written. Looking forward to more posts!


  2. We’ve had ‘copy cat’ clowns in Dorset 🇬🇧! There is a gorgeous woodland stream walk behind our village. It’s usually used as a shortcut from one end of the village to the other. I was walking there in crepuscular light and heard that ominous rustle! Suddenly, just as you describe so eloquently, this happy walk became full of mystery and a shiver ran down my back…it was a bird in a tree, of course, nothing sinister! Great writing Mark.


  3. I bemoan the similarities between M Night Shyamalan’s The Village monster stories to keep the children out of the woods, or the anti-nature conditioning in Huxley’s Brave New World, and the media’s unintentional demonization of nature via creepy clowns. It’s almost the same story! For the media, it’s all about the ratings but nature will suffer in the long run. You’re right we should share our stories and take back nature from the creeps. Thank you for sharing!


  4. The fear of the woods has building up for sometime. I see on PBS kids shows now, the new shows are all about getting kids into nature. Sad. I grew up in the woods with my family knowing the animals. People today barely know a woodpecker from a blue jay.


  5. What a wonderful story my dear Mark! It was a bit creepy thaugh! Ihope you enjoyed your hike! Have happh weekend !
    Regards Savi.


  6. I really enjoyed reading that and the end really saddened me. There are not enough people out in the nature, the last thing we need is – sorry – a**hole attention seeking SOB clowns scaring people. I know for myself that I would be traumatized if it happened to me. That might sound like I am over exaggerating but I am really not. Something scary happens and my mind freaks out in the dark.

    Lucky we do not have a**hole attention seeking SOB clowns in the woods in Lapland 🙂 ….. yet.


  7. Excellent woods’ story, Mark, with a well-taken conclusion, or point that you make. Reminds me of a good Sleepy Hollow Halloween tale. Those trails, those streams, we follow are often much larger in real life than our maps portray, so that aspect of the walk is understandable. These bogus clowns are figments of the few, and they’d do better to get a real life. Thanks for taking me along, far from the real clowns of the world.


  8. Briefly, clowns give me the willie’s, thank you very much, and your post succeeded in immediately playing on my clown psychosis. Job well done! (Shiver).

    More importantly, you emphasized the harmful effect of ‘media’ on our relationship with nature. I appreciate that you brought the whole creepy clown thing (I will get you for that! : D) around to getting back into the woods/nature. I am totally with you on that ideal. Thank you for a great post. And I still hate clowns.


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