I grew up in Irvington, NY, named after Washington Irving, who wrote the Legend of Sleepy Hollow (a village just a mile south). Naturally, there were a lot of stories surrounding weird noises and occurrences in the woods. Each of the Hudson Rivertowns has a place in the woods: Sleepy Hollow has "the Pad", Hastings has the unoriginally-named "Campsite", and Irvington has "Split Rock". One fork away from Hermit's Grave is a boulder split cleanly in half. Each half is about the size of a car. Split Rock is an erratic, dumped in the middle of the woods not so long ago during the last Ice Age. It would be more accurate to say the woods grew around the stone, which has since chipped away so that a clearing is formed.
Every Friday at 10pm, I'd hear my classmates walking towards the site while I studied, and every year I'd walk into the woods after a camping trip with a trash bag to chip away at the inch-thick layer of broken glass that littered the ground. Just like the Split Rock, much of the glass had become smooth and flat, with some of it blackened by the amateur fires undoubtedly made for fun and heat not provided by beer.
One year, I found the site much cleaner than usual, thanks to a metal trash can some ranger presumably lugged miles into the forest. The next year, it was gone. When I return home, hopefully it'll be back there, filled with the litter of teenage life.