Sunday, February 3, 2019

From Bringle Ferry Bridge to My Witty's End

In addition to making forward progress on my second Ameri-Scares novel (Michigan: The Dragon of Lake Superior), I managed to work in some fairly serious geocaching this weekend. Yesterday, Team Three Stooges, comprising Gerry (a.k.a. BigG7777), Bridget (a.k.a. Suntigres), and Old Rodan (a.k.a. me), headed down toward Salisbury, primarily to hunt a run of caches called "Road to Bringle Ferry Bridge." Of the 25 we hunted, we snagged 24. It was a nice bunch, with lots of different container and hide types. I most enjoyed a hike out to the hydroelectric dam at High Rock Lake, which involved negotiating a slightly precarious trail and a considerable terrain challenge getting to the cache. And we had the pleasure of meeting the cache owner—Ralphkitty—who popped by one of the caches to meet us.

After the Bringle Ferry Road run, we headed back into Salisbury for lunch at The Smoke Pit, which I had discovered with Old Rob and Ms. Fishdownthestair a few weeks back. I think I've found a new favorite BBQ restaurant, as their beef brisket, Texas-style green beans, and fried okra might best be described as heavenly. Hoooo!

After lunch, we took a walk around the downtown area to snag a few more hides, one in a nice old cemetery. I got back home in time to go to dinner with Ms. Brugger at Simply Thai in Elon, which is my favorite Thai restaurant—and apparently a lot of other people's as well, as the place was more packed than I've ever seen it. Still, most enjoyable, and then we retired to Ms. B.'s to watch Prometheus, which neither of us had seen in a while. It's okay, not great. But since we'd watched the director's cut of the original Alien the other night, we were kind of in a mood.

Today, friends Tom (a.k.a. Skyhawk63) and Linda (a.k.a. Punkins19) hosted a pre-Super Bowl geocaching event at their place in Brown Summit, which Ms. B. and I enjoyed immensely. A big, big crowd; good chili; and door prizes that included an autographed copy of West Virginia: Lair of the Mothman, which I donated to the cause. Following the event, Ms. B. and I rode out to Witty Road, north of Greensboro, so I could do some much-needed maintenance of that series of caches. Got 'er done.

My TV shows me one football game a year—the Super Bowl. Tonight, I've been sitting here watching it, and my TV is threatening to turn itself off.

Not spectacular. Getting back to writing Michigan: The Dragon of Lake Superior is bound to be more exciting.
"Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Suntigres." At the Evil Spirit of Gravity Hill
"Hey, don't fall and break your face, you dorky old fart!" I swear, that's what I heard Bridget yelling at me.
A conclave of birdies on the river. Great Blue Herons, cranes, seagulls, ducks, geese,
and I think a Pteranodon or two.
Part of the caching crew at the Pre-Superbowl Chili Event at Tom & Linda's place

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