Complete list of authors in The Weird Cat:
• Ambrose Bierce
• Algernon Blackwood • William Blake • Adam
Bolivar • Ramsey
Campbell • Lewis
Carroll • Frank
Coffman • Sir Arthur Conan
Doyle • Lord
Dunsany • Jason C.
Eckhardt • Alan Dean
Foster • Brandon R.
Grafius • Lafcadio
Hearn • Katherine
Kerestman • Caitlin R.
Kiernan • Rudyard
Kipling • Tony
LaMalfa • Lori R.
Lopez • H.P.
Lovecraft • E.
Nesbit • Elliott
O'Donnell • Manuel
Perez-Campos • Michael
Potts • Stephen Mark
Rainey • Rainer Maria
Rilke • Sax Rohmer • Hank Schwaeble • Darrell Schweitzer • Robert W. Service • M.P. Shiel • Christina
Sng • Anna
Taborska • Mary
Turzillo • M.F.
Webb • W.B. Yeats • Cover art by Mike Parks
The Blog Where Horror Dwells
The Editor Formerly Known as Mr. Deathrealm. Author of BLUE DEVIL ISLAND, THE NIGHTMARE FRONTIER, THE LEBO COVEN, DARK SHADOWS: DREAMS OF THE DARK (with Elizabeth Massie), BALAK, YOUNG BLOOD (with Mat & Myron Smith), et. al. Feed at your own risk.
Thursday, September 21, 2023
The Weird Cat Is in the House!
Wednesday, September 20, 2023
The No-Dead-Weight Irregulars Strike Again
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Notice a creepy old figure hiding in the shadows up there to Scott’s right... |
Saturday, September 16, 2023
Dark Corners of the Old Dominion Is in the House... or Woods
Thursday, September 14, 2023
The Madness from Arkham Sanitarium
I spent a fair portion of the afternoon devaluing the deluxe edition of
Tales from Arkham Sanitarium
(Dark Regions), edited by Brian M. Sammons, by scribbling my John Hancock on the
signature sheets. The deluxe edition apparently sold out in advance, so if you
didn’t pre-order it, I reckon you’re out of luck. The trade hardcover and
ebook came out last year. This one features my short story, “Clicks,” which is
pretty fucked up, along with 14 other tales of madness and terror.
“Knowing too much, getting a glimpse of the truth behind the curtain we call reality, casting aside the bliss of ignorance and succumbing to the insanity that follows in the pursuit of damnable truths, is at the core of many of the stories of the Cthulhu Mythos. Insanity is central to Lovecraftian horror, so there is no wonder that in his witch-cursed and legend-haunted town of Arkham, a cathedral devoted to mending broken minds was raised. Arkham Sanitarium. Where the screams and cries of the damned are commonplace. Where those that have seen the faces of cosmic entities gibber with regret over their curiosity. Where men and women are cosigned to never ending purgatory for knowing too much. The machinations of the Old Ones are beyond the mental capacity of mankind, and these are the tales of those who learned that too late.”
Table of Contents
• “The Crying Man” by
Tim Waggoner
• “Cosmic
Microwave Background Radiation” by William Meikle
• “Malformed Articulation” by
W. H. Pugmire
• “Bit
by Bit” by Don Webb
• “Let me Talk to Sarah” by
Christine Morgan
• “The Hunger” by
Peter Rawlik
• “The Colors Of A Rainbow To One Born
Blind” by Edward M. Erdelac
• “The River and the Room” by
Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.
• “Veteran of the Future Wars” by Orrin Grey
• “Folie et déraison” by
Nick Mamatas
• “Red Hook” by
Glynn Owen Barrass
• “Clicks” by
Stephen Mark Rainey
• “...& My Shoes Keep Walking Back To
You” by Edward Morris
• “Forbidden Fruit” by
Cody Goodfellow
• “Stained Glass” by Jeffrey Thomas
Wednesday, September 13, 2023
Damned Rodan’s Damned Egg Foo Young
What You Need for the Sauce:
• 3/4 cup chicken broth
• 1/2 cup white wine
• 1 tbsp corn starch dissolved in 1/4 cup water
• 1 tbsp soy sauce
• 1/2 tsp sesame oil
What You Need for the Foo:
6 eggs
3/4 cup green peas (I use frozen, thawed)
3/4 cup chopped celery
3/4 cup diced water chestnuts
3/4 cup chopped green onions
4 tbsp cooking oil (I use extra virgin olive oil almost exclusively for every savory dish I make)
2 tsp (more or less, depending on your taste; I use a lot) black pepper
1 tsp coriander
1 tsp ground ginger
dash of soy sauce
dash of hot chili oil
What You Do For the Sauce:
Stir the ingredients (except for the corn starch) together in a saucepan and bring to a slow boil; then reduce the heat to medium-high. Stir in the dissolved corn starch until the sauce begins to thicken. Reduce heat to simmer, stirring occasionally while the Foo cooks.
What You Do For the Foo:
1) Add the cooking oil to a wok or skillet (I use cast iron) and heat on high until the oil begins to smoke. Reduce heat to medium high.
2) Scramble the eggs thoroughly. Dump the rest of your ingredients into the eggs and mix well.
3) For each serving, ladle a quarter of your mix into the hot skillet. You can use a spatula to shape the spreading mix into a rough circle. Let cook for about five minutes, then reduce heat to medium. Flip your patty over (the cooked side should be a nice golden brown) and cook for another four to five minutes.
4) Plate your Foo and spoon a goodly portion of the sauce over the top. If desired, garnish with additional bean sprouts and/or green onions.
5) Eat up. Holler!
Tuesday, September 12, 2023
R.I.P. Ralph Brugger
Monday, September 11, 2023
Boxing Deathrealm
Sunday, September 10, 2023
Coming Soon — The Canterbury Nightmares
The Canterbury Nightmares
is a new anthology of short stories inspired by — you guessed it! — the work
of Geoffrey Chaucer, edited by David Niall Wilson.
“Eleven travelers head out to visit the Grand Canyon, all motivated by their
own powerful, personal reasons. All have suffered profound losses; all harbor
secret but consuming agony. An old man taking a long-promised journey with his
wife. A congregation that has lost its way. Individuals of different
backgrounds and cultures, all dealing with grief, loss, and isolation. In
The Canterbury Nightmares, you will be led
not only to the soaring precipices of the Grand Canyon but also into deep,
dark, unimaginable recesses.”
The book is now available for pre-order — and the advance price for the Kindle edition (here) has been dropped to $2.99.
Table of Contents:
“The Old Man’s Tale” – Steve Rasnic Tem
“The Liberation of
Brother Buffalo” – Michael Boatman
“Think of the Family” –
Ai Jiang
“To See Her in Sepia” – Scott J. Moses
“The
Preditor's Tale” – Terence Taylor
“The Wife of Wrath’s Tale” –
John B. Rosenman
“The Secret Place: A Knight’s Tale” –
Stephen Mark Rainey
“The Sacred Clarion” – S.A. Cosby
“The Tour Guide's Tale” – Anna Tambour
“Every Form of
Person” – J.A.W. McCarthy
“Vending Machine Girl”–
Eric LaRocca
Saturday, September 9, 2023
Another Fun Visit with Penny Dreadful
Friday, September 8, 2023
Release Day: Dark Corners of the Old Dominion
It’s release day for Dark Corners of the Old Dominion from Death Knell Press. This one features my story, “Doom at Dragon’s Roost,” which is gonna scare the pants off of you. It will too!
What’s so scary about Virginia?
From Edgar Allan Poe’s Ragged Mountains to the shores of Tidewater’s Seven
Cities… From the blood-soaked battlegrounds of the Civil War to the shadowy
political arena of the D.C. Beltway.
We have four hundred years’ worth of ghost stories, folk horrors, small-town terrors, urban legends, backwoods monsters, otherworldly secrets, and down-home Southern Gothic.
Within this idyllic landscape, there are many dark corners. Within these pages, Virginia authors explore twenty-four dangerous destinations, myths and monsters from the commonwealth’s past, present, and future. Read on, if you dare.
Dark Corners of the Old Dominion is edited by Joseph Maddrey and Michael Rook, with a foreword by Brian Keene. Every author in this anthology has strong ties to Virginia and it is clear in the stories and poems they’ve created. They are steeped in the salty waters of the Chesapeake Bay, pulsing with the thrum of the beltway, and bleeding from old battlefield scars.
Foreword by Brian Keene. Proceeds for Dark Corners of the Old Dominion go to the Scares That Care charity.
• “The Bride of Dream Lake” — Catherine Kuo
• “Keep It Civil” — Clay McLeod Chapman
• “A Holler You Can’t Call Home” — Paul Michael Anderson
• “Doom at Dragon’s Roost” — Stephen Mark Rainey
• “The Woods Behind My House” — Sonora Taylor
• “Room 1968” — Nicole Willson
• “By a Thread” — Querus Abuttu
• “Notches” — D. Alexander Ward
• “New World Order” — Ella B. Rite
• “Chesapeake Bait and Hook” — Sirrah Medeiros
• “The Girl Who Sleeps in the Room Next to Me” — Charles E. Wood
• “Cave Kisses” — William R.D. Wood
• “In the Mountain Mist” — Margaret L. Carter
• “The Wrong Time” — Ivy Grimes
• “The Flooded Man” — Michael Rook
• “The Bunnyman of Clifton” — Brýn Grover
• “The Song Between the Songs” — J.T. Glover
• “A Mischief in Gordonsville” — Valerie B. Williams
• “Lost Soul” — MarÃa Badillo
• “Odditorium” — Sidney Williams
• “This is How Your Garden Grows” — Joseph Maddrey
• “Beach House” — Bryan Nowak
• “A House’s Tale” — Brad Center
• “The Path to Freedom” — James L. Hill
Thursday, September 7, 2023
The House of Haunted Hill
Just hung several paintings by Charles Hill, respected artist and longtime friend going back to elementary school.
Top left: Widget, my mom & dad's little dog back in the 80s and 90s; Top right: the view from Charles's front yard; Bottom left: my dad walking Widget from the early 90s; Bottom right: my daughter, Allison Hiiri Rainey, about age 8, running along the banks of Lake Lanier, just down the street from here.
Charles also provided several damn scary pieces of art for Deathrealm magazine back in its day, including this one, which served as an illustration for Elizabeth Massie’s story, “No Solicitors, Curious a Quarter”:
Sunday, September 3, 2023
What’s So Scary About Virginia?
Author/Editor Red Lagoe has posted on
HorrorTree
some nice, brief author interviews by contributors to the upcoming
Dark Corners of the Old Dominion
anthology, due very soon from
Death Knell Press.
An example of one old dude’s responses:
Q: A paranormal investigation team has only one night to spend in a Virginia location. Where would you send them and why?
A: St. Albans Sanitorium in Radford, I expect. It’s reputedly the most haunted site in Virginia, and though I’ve not yet visited the Sanitorium itself, I know the area well from many sojourns in Blacksburg, Christiansburg, and the surrounding vicinity. The haunted vibe in this part of the state is near and dear to me, as the southwestern Virginia mountains serve as the backdrop for a significant amount of my fiction. The Sanitorium is on my bucket list of sites to visit, and I reckon I’d be obliged if investigators were to check it out in advance.
Q: Without giving away any spoilers, where does your Dark Corners story take place and what inspired the idea?
A: “Doom at Dragon’s Roost” is set in the mountains of southwest Virginia, very near the real-life location known as Dragon’s Tooth in the Catawba Valley, northwest of Salem. Over the years, I’ve created a fictional corner of the state — sort of “tucked into” the mountain region between Martinsville and Blacksburg. Many of these stories involve several families over a long period of years. Although it is a standalone story, “Doom at Dragon’s Roost” could be considered a chapter in the ongoing saga of the fictional Sylvan County. Many of my stories — including this one — involve music as a means of bridging the gaps between natural and supernatural realms.
On a perhaps less scary note (unless you happened to cross my path), I woke up to a beautiful morning, so I decided to take a walk around nearby Lake Lanier before the heat and humidity set in. There were a good many people out walking and a few boating and fishing on the lake. It’s gonna be another scorcher today, so that was probably the extent of my outdoor activities today.
Be goot.
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A purty view of Lake Lanier from the Blue Heron Trail |
Thursday, August 24, 2023
The Faux Frontier?
Back in July, around the anniversary of the first moon landing, I read a bunch of articles about Apollo 11 and the space program in general.
Since then — shock of shocks — my social media news feeds are almost all space stuff. Some is just clickbait, but I’ve also come across some cool and informative stuff.
Among the most ubiquitous “stuff” I see on the subject would be the thundering chorus of voices railing about how the moon landings — even the space program itself — were all a big hoax. These are inevitably pitched with the same fervor (and credibility) of the Flat Earthers. Clearly, there have been conspiracy theories of this nature since before Neil Armstrong even set foot on the lunar surface, but I confess I’ve actually been surprised by how pervasive this nonsense has become (and I’m generally pretty hard to surprise when it comes to the pervasive tentacles of the Idiocracy).
No doubt, a huge percentage of this shrillness comes from mere trolls, whose rate of reproduction on the interwebz rivals the world’s busiest rabbit hutch. Trolls in any field will latch onto almost anything to justify their otherwise meaningless existences. Still, the apparent genuine belief in such conspiracies far exceeds what I might have otherwise guessed, even in the present-day world of a la carte conspiracy theories for each day of the week.
Most telling, almost without exception, the “proof” that these adherents cite for their belief is “Go look it up for yourself! You’ll see!”
Yeah. Over my many, many years as an avid outer space nut, I’ve looked. And looked. And looked. It goes without saying that the preponderance of evidence is so heavily weighted to the landings’ veracity that even scratching its surface fills volumes (and the opposite is true; I’ve yet to find any sufficiently compelling contradictory evidence; such outlets for such “evidence” typically offer all the credibility of BuzzFeed or InfoWars). So much evidence in the “FOR” column, physical and otherwise, has been verified by non-NASA sources, particularly internationally
(for God’s sake, the Soviets acknowledged it when acknowledging such a
defeat was, for them, all but unthinkable) that evidence in the “AGAINST” column would have to be pretty staggering. If you can point me to it, have at it.
One of my favorite articles on this phenomenon that I came across is “How Stanley Kubrick Staged the Moon Landing” in The Paris Review. Informative and fun.
Anyhoo, since the July 20, I’ve been on a pretty good space movie kick. 2001: A Space Odyssey, 2010, Apollo 13, Apollo 18, Europa Report, and others — not to mention keeping up, or trying to, with all the Star Trek and Star Wars spinoffs. I might even work in Capricorn I if I can stream it for free somewhere.
Monday, August 21, 2023
Deathrealm: Spirits Cover Reveal
As promised — the Deathrealm: Spirits cover reveal. Art by J Edward Neill.
From soft, dreadful whispers to high, chilling screams, a chorus of hellish voices emerges from the darkness to lure and draw you back to their hellish home — The Land Where Horror Dwells.
Deathrealm magazine was one of the most celebrated horror publications of the 20th Century, and now its creator brings you a new volume of fiction and verse for the 21st Century and beyond. Deathrealm: Spirits features 20 new ghostly stories (and poems) by some of the best to have ever written in the genre, including...
•
Linda D. Addison
• Meghan Arcuri
• Larry Blamire
• Maurice Broaddus
• Heather D. Daughrity
• Timothy G. Huguenin
• Brian Keene
• Ronald Kelly
• Joe R. Lansdale
• Kasey Lansdale
• Eric LaRocca
• Patricia Lee Macomber
• Elizabeth Massie
• Bridgett Nelson
• Errick Nunnally
• Jeff Oliver
• Jessica Amanda Salmonson
• Richard Thomas
• Tony Tremblay
• David Niall Wilson
Wednesday, August 16, 2023
Dark Corners of the Old Dominion Now Available for Pre-Order!
Edited by Joe Maddrey & Michael Rook, this one features my story, "Doom at Dragon's Roost" as well as frightening tales by 22 other Virginia authors. Dangerous destinations, myths, and monsters from the Commonwealth’s past, present, and future lie in wait for you here...
Forward by Brian Keene. Proceeds go to Scares That Care!
Tuesday, August 15, 2023
Movin’ On
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Casa di Rodan, 1994–2023 |
After inheriting my childhood home when Mom died in 2020, I had hoped to keep both it and the Greensboro residence for as long as possible. However, after spending so much money on that accursed sewer line, holding onto both was no longer financially feasible. It wasn’t all that difficult for Brugger and me to determine that keeping the Martinsville house (which Mom called “Pleasant Hill” but that I officially dubbed “Ground Zero”) made the most sense.
And so it is.
I love the prospect of occupying my old childhood home full-time, though I
can’t say I don’t have mixed emotions about the whole business. I moved with
my ex-wife into the Greensboro house back in 1994, and we lived there together
until our separation and subsequent divorce well over a decade ago. For the
next ten years, the cats and I lived in the house as a happy family unit. In
2021, Brugger and I married, and we all became a happier family unit. We
immediately set to refurbishing the whole house, which proved to be a long,
extensive, and not inexpensive job. Despite the house being relatively small
and somewhat cramped, we figured we were set there for a long, long time.
No.
Especially during the solo years (well, solo with cats) and
the days with Brugger there, I lived some mighty happy times. Hell, even my ex-wife,
Peg, and I shared some enjoyable moments in the old place. My tenure there
is the longest I’ve ever lived in one place, so I guess I can’t help having
developed some attachment to the dwelling. Still, as the negative aspects of
staying there have piled up, Ms. B. and I look forward to moving on to this next stage
of life, however long it lasts. I’m not that young, and, well, even at the best of times, you
never know how things are gonna shake out.
So, there it is. Huzzah. Brugger and I still have many friends in, and solid ties to, NC’s Triad, so it’s not like we’re going to be strangers to the area. Just to the former Casa di Rodan, I reckon.
It’s out with the old and in with the new (or older with a facelift, as it were). Onward and upward, and all that. Or wherever life sees fit to lead us.
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Ground Zero |
Friday, August 11, 2023
Coming Soon — The Weird Cat!
The Weird Cat
is a new anthology edited by Katherine Kerestman and
S.T. Joshi, which features — among a stellar list of both classic and
contemporary authors of dark fiction — my short story, “Nimbus.” I do
not exaggerate when I tell you that this is one of my most unsettling and
emotionally engaging works of fiction. The book, due in October from
WordCrafts Press, is now available for pre-order from
Barnes & Noble
and
Amazon.com.
“...Cats dwell in a larger world than our own — the gulfs and abysses of which we can obtain but a shadowy glimpse. In The Weird Cat, you delve into that larger realm through more than three dozen short stories, poems, and essays by masters of the craft including Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Rudyard Kipling, H.P. Lovecraft, Mary A. Turzillo, Christina Sng, Darrell Schweitzer, and others.”
• Ambrose Bierce • Algernon Blackwood • William Blake • Adam Bolivar • Ramsey Campbell • Lewis Carroll • Frank Coffman • Sir Arthur Conan Doyle • Lord Dunsany • Jason C. Eckhardt • Alan Dean Foster • Brandon R. Grafius • Lafcadio Hearn • Katherine Kerestman • Caitlin R. Kiernan • Rudyard Kipling • Tony LaMalfa • Lori R. Lopez • H.P. Lovecraft • E. Nesbit • Elliott O'Donnell • Manuel Perez-Campos • Michael Potts • Stephen Mark Rainey • Rainer Maria Rilke • Sax Rohmer • Hank Schwaeble • Darrell Schweitzer • Robert W. Service • M.P. Shiel • Christina Sng • Anna Taborska • Mary Turzillo • M.F. Webb • W.B. Yeats • Cover art by Mike Parks
Thursday, August 10, 2023
Midland or (Damn Near) Bust!
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Our typical view forward (from a standstill) for a disgusting percentage of our 750-mile drive to Michigan |
Kimberly B.’s cousins in Michigan had planned a family reunion for this weekend, and so we decided some time ago that we would attend. With flights being crazy expensive, we opted to drive, as we have several times in the past. What we hadn’t done was drive to Michigan at the height of highway construction season. Our plan was similar to our previous road trips here: leave home and head to Ripley, WV; stay the night at the handy-dandy Super 8 Motel there; and then drive the rest of the way the following day. Ordinarily, this makes for a 12- to 14-hour trip, including occasional stops. Thanks to countless construction holdups, the inevitable accidents, and miles-long traffic jams courtesy of too many motherfucking people, we ended up with a damn near 18-hour drive.
Bloody exhausting. At least I managed to find a handful of decent geocaches along the way, and we listened to an audiobook (Casino Royale) and some fun 70s and 80s music to mitigate the frustration. It rained most of the way on Thursday, but at least it wasn’t blinding. Friday’s drive felt like the endless traffic jam from hell since we easily spent as much time crawling (or motionless) as we did moving at a clip. After a particularly egregious delay just north of Ann Arbor, Brugger suggested we stop at a nearby Mexican Restaurant and have an early dinner (along with a margarita for good measure). That was just enough to help us mellow out, and, finally, we made that last couple of hours to her folks’ place in Midland without undue delay.
Saturday, August 5
The family reunion was to kick off at noon, so at 11:30 a.m., Kimberly,
Del, Fern, and I set out for the backcountry around Loomis, MI, about a half
hour from Midland. I’d met only a couple of her cousins before, so for me,
this was mostly a gathering of strangers, but the decent food and company made
for a relaxing enough event.
This date is my dear, late friend “Old Rob” Isenhour’s birthday, so a while back, friend Scott (a.k.a. Diefenbaker) and I organized a geocaching event to be held today to commemorate his life and myriad contributions to our geocaching community. At the time, I didn’t recall our commitment to Ms. B’s family reunion. So, since I couldn’t attend Rob’s birthday event in person, Scott arranged for me to pipe in with a video call at 2:00 p.m. As the reunion drew to a close, I hoofed it down the long dirt road to a find nearby geocache, and at ground zero, I attempted to make the call. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t go through. Fortunately, once we got back to Casa di Brugger, the call worked, so Ms. B. and I were able to virtually attend the event for a time. It turned out to be the biggest gathering of local geocachers in years, featuring many old-timers who haven’t been active in years. That warmed my old heart since Rob had been such a noteworthy figure, both in my life and in our community.
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Old Rodan on the hunt |
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A right purty view from GZ |
For the evening, Ms. B.’s longtime friend, Linda, formerly of Midland, and her daughter, Hayley, who were visiting from Illinois, joined us for drinks and dinner at Whichcraft, a nice downtown establishment featuring Michigan-made spirits of all varieties. As it turned out, this was also the weekend for Midland’s annual River Days celebration, which drew a sizable crowd downtown. Happily, we managed to find easy parking, relatively mellow surroundings, and more refreshments at nearby Grape Beginnings, a fine local winery/wine bar that Brugger and I make a point to visit whenever we’re here. Linda and Hayley proved excellent company, and we ended up closing down the wine bar. Toward the end of the evening, we bore witness to what I would call the most spectacular fireworks display I’ve ever experienced. For a full half-hour, the myriad explosions lit the sky without even a few seconds pause. Apparently, River Days provides quite the blast here in Midland.
Sunday, August 6
I haven’t been a churchgoing soul for many years, but Del & Fern
invited Kimberly and me to join them for the morning service at
Midland Nazarene, and so... off to church we went. Theirs is what I would call a “modern”
kind of service, with a band, contemporary music, and prerecorded video
messages (which I found ironic since these focused on building personal
connections) in addition to traditional churchy things. In the end, to quote
the infamous
Dr. Franklin Ruehl, it was better than being slapped in the belly with a wet trout. How about
that?
The weather was drizzly and dreary all day, but Kimberly and I ventured out to grab lunch for the family from KFC, followed by a second outing to a downtown knick-knack shop she likes and then Live Oak Coffeehouse for some hot (or in her case, cold) refreshment. I stopped to hunt a nearby cache, but by all indications, the bloody thing was missing. It rained real water on me.
As is our custom when we don’t have other plans, Ms. B. and I spent the evening relaxing with the folks, mostly watching various TV shows in the family room. This was also better than the wet trout treatment.This evening’s plan was for me to make dinner — meatloaf, at Del & Fern’s request — which meant I needed to go shopping at Meijer. However, I couldn’t bring myself to go shopping at Meijer without first going geocaching. So, I set out on this somewhat dreary morning (which, happily, turned undreary within an hour or so) to hunt some of the local hides I hadn’t yet found. I had mixed success. A couple of very tough ones eluded me (both of which I’ve hunted before; they eluded me then, too); several others I found without difficulty. All this amounted to about three miles of hoofing it on a comfortable morning, so I’m a happy cacher. Then I went to Meijer and picked up the dinner stuff (and some sushi for lunch, which was pretty awful; I should have known better than to buy Meijer sushi).
Tuesday, August 8
Our housesitter gave us a somewhat reassuring report this morning, but I think we’re still going to head home a day early. There’s nothing we can really do from here anyway, so we’ll have to enjoy our remaining time as best we can. Thus, after breakfast, I set my sights on the nearby community of Sanford, where a goodly number of caches awaited my attention. One of them was at a neat little covered bridge at the Sanford Centennial Museum, a cache I had hunted before — as my attempted 14,000th find — but it turned out to be missing at the time. It has since been replaced, so this morning, I was finally able to stake my claim. I also went after a trio of Adventure Lab caches, two of which were at the museum; I hiked and hunted along the Pere Marquette Rail Trail for a couple of miles; and I found caches at a couple of neat old graveyards. Once done, I put in three miles of hiking and logged a total of 26 caches. Not too shabby.
I set out bright and early this morning on yet another geocaching quest, this time bound for Freeland, a little community a few miles southeast of Midland. I had picked up a handful of Freeland caches in years past, but today I managed to put a pretty good dent in the total. A couple of graveyard caches had caught my eye — both of which I had previously visited on hunts for older caches. Sadly, I had not been successful on those hunts because the caches were missing, and, even more sadly, I had no better luck today — and I’m pretty sure it’s because these newer hides, too, have gone missing. Still, I had a mighty fine time, and I added another 14 to my total find count, which now stands at 14,420.
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On the hunt in Pine Grove Cemetery |
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Pick a hole. Any hole. |
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A little covered footbridge at Memorial Park |
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A lovely day at West Side Cemetery |
I realized yesterday that I had left my hiking stick near a cache the other day, and so, figuring it would probably still be there, I went out there this morning — and yes, there it was. So it was nice to recover that stick. Old Rob gave me that stick many years ago, and so it carries with it a little more meaning than just any old hiking pole. Anyhoo, since I was out, I headed after a handful of nearby caches, including one in the deep, dark underground, which is one of my favorite types of hides.
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Heading in... |
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The cache |