I was at my parents' during the week between Christmas and New Year in 1974. A woman had been in a fight with her husband at a night club about that time and left on foot probably planning to walk the five miles to her house. That was the last anyone saw of her.
I had a course I ran a lot that started behind a dead steel mill and went along a creek between two hills and then up to a dam. It was a dirt road and very isolated. As I got close to the dam along the side there was a good sized pile of debris, dirt, rocks, a tree branch or three . I ran that course a LOT and knew the pile was new. Turns out her body was underneath the pile. I'd probably run past her two or three times and not known what was under the pile.
I think I know what you're trying to say here.
That being said, I'm glad you didn't discover the contents of that pile because I believe necrophilia was a crime even way back then.
Trail runner too. Where to start? Sex on the trail!
1. A young couple doing it on a picnic bench beside the trail. Yes!
2. A young couple. Both girls this time. One going down on her friend. I guess I startled them. I didn't mean to! They we're cute too, not butch.
3. Old dude and his trusty dog giving him oral sex. I think from that point on I set a PB back to my house. Then when I got home I poured out a handful of Advil, crushed them, then snorted whole the pile. It didn't help obviously, since the sight of the dude and his dog are burned into my brain.
On a trail run with my friend in high school when something caught my eye and I slowed down. My friend didn't notice and stepped right on the midsection of a 6+ ft rattlesnake that was stretched out across the trail. Both ends of the snake shot up when he stepped on it, and then the poor snake slithered away.