In certain shadowy corners of the world, the night of April 30 is known as
Walpurgisnacht—the Witches' Sabbath. Whoa, scary, right? Well, rather than spending a creepy May Eve all by our lonesomes—subject to the whims of all sorts of ghosties, ghoulies, long-leggedy beasties, and things that go bump in the night—a good fifty-some geocachers all chased away our mortal terror at
Walpurgis-Cache, a horribly lively social event that Mrs Death and I hosted at Beef O'Brady's bar in Greensboro.
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Geoturtle, Mrs Ego, Kuykenew |
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Mr & Mrs RobGSO |
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Night-Ranger |
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Mr. Spring1 |
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Team Fuzzie |
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Cupdaisy & Geodogg |
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The Sneaky Bulldog family |
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It's Linda Freakin' Blair! |
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BogTurtle trying not to be seen |
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Mrs Death and Old Rodan announcing the winners of the door prizes |
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It's WHOSE birthday??? |
This was a grand evening, topped off by some excellent birthday cake that Mrs Death secretly devised for me (so come Saturday, I'm older than the hills, big deal). I don't think anyone went away dissatisfied, and I noticed that at least a couple of people looked to be having a good time. For the sake of their families, I won't reveal their identities.