This could happen to you. Today, the Fairfax Stone itself is silent on the matter. Even the raven has left. It is, in fact, bone dry. Though the wash widens as it winds down into the woods, even after 50 yards, where a serious thicket bars the way, the creek bed remains crispy and moisture free.
Moisture turns out to be beside the point, of course.
The guidebook says there are only four acres to Fairfax Stone Historical Monument Park, the property otherwise enclosed by private lands owned by holding companies who bought it from the coal companies and railroads, holding it mostly to harvest timber and lease what's left to a few big hunting and fishing clubs. The book doesn't say what you'll find if you walk to the end of the grassy mowed area around the Stone and follow the uphill path through a short woods and emerge on the edge of a knoll, where a narrow path meanders through the high grass and wildflowers that define this remote intersection of Tucker, Grant and Preston counties and the Maryland-West Virginia state line. Above the grass, all you can see is sky. In other words, you are compelled to follow the path. In less than a minute's walk, grasshoppers rocketing in all directions as your shadow precedes you over the rock-strewn field, the eastern horizon leaps from about 50 yards to more than 20 miles.