This morning, three old farts—
Bloody Rob (a.k.a.
Old Rob, a.k.a.
Bloody Rob, a.k.a.
Rob),
Diefenbaker (a.k.a.
Scott), and
Old Rodan (a.k.a.
yours truly)—ventured down to the
High Point Greenway Trail to hunt ten geocaches placed fairly recently by friend
fishdownthestair (a.k.a.
Natalie, with whom I enjoyed a nice day on the geocaching trail yesterday, in Rocky Mount, VA). We found all ten. Diefenbaker needed to do maintenance on stage 1 on his two-part multi-cache, "
Because We Can" (
GC3B662) which lurks near the greenway. While Scott set about fixing the first stage, Old Rob decided to see if he could make his way to the final stage. As you may see in the photo above, he got only partway. Then the pipe et his head. I warned him about taking that approach, but he was not to be dissuaded. Alas, poor Robert, I knew him, Horatio.
We ended our outing with a fine lunch at
Basil Leaf in High Point. Until last week, it had been quite a long time since I'd seen much of High Point. On MLK Day, friend Natalie and I hunted three new one down that way. Then, last night, Ms. B. and I paid a visit to
The Claddagh Restaurant & Pub for some fine fish & chips. And today, I headed back again with the old fart contingent (operating today as
Team Three Stooges). Nice to see a few new caches in the Furniture City. There hadn't been any for years, and some of us hardcore geocachers were beginning to feel the despair and desolation.
