As it turned out, the cache at Fairy Stone was little more than a park & grab—a traditional woodland hide a couple of hundred feet up the trail from the parking area. So I parked, grabbed, and got a little wet. Then I headed back into Bassett to wait out the rain. The wait was not a long one. I had just enough time to log my Fairy Stone find, and then things cleared up for a while. I made quick grabs at the next two, one of which was along the Smith River, now cloaked in an eerie fog. The fog pleased me.
Mum and I had a nice dinner at The Third Bay, and then I did a passel of the usual necessary errands. After entertaining myself with a couple of episodes of The Brady Bunch—shades of my childhood Friday nights—I went out on a late-night ramble through the old neighborhood. Pleasantly cool and breezy, if a bit muggy. Encountered a couple of late-night muggles on my ramble, at least one of which struck me as a little suspicious, but after a while, he went on his business, whatever that happened to be.
All in all, a damn nice bit of Good Friday ramblin'. Peace be with you.
|Mist creeping over the Smith River in Bassett|
|Old relic near the Smith River boat put-in|