Team Old Fart — Rob Isenhour, Robbin Lee, and I — spent Sunday last on the
Mountains-to-the-Sea trail around Falls Lake, just northeast of Durham, NC, for
some post-Halloween creepiness. Lots of caches, good weather, good hiking.
Happily for me, one of the caches lurked in the old haunted cabin you see above.
However, upon our arrival, something amid the shadowy spaces within began to
raise a ruckus. Quite the cacophony — scrabbling, rustling, rumbling,
caterwauling. We figured it might be a bunch of vampires incensed by our
intrusion, but after a moment, a wake of buzzards came roaring out of there,
gave us the stink eye, and vamoosed. All seemed well, the danger past, until I
was confronted by this freakish sight. My nerves snapped and I fled without
looking back.
After I signed the log, of course. I wasn't about to hie myself out of there
without earning my smiley.
