So sad to think I will likely never visit that place again in this life. From the looks of things, other people were sad about it too, since they wasted no time getting out there to pelt the "trail closed" sign with bullets.
Some on social media have suggested putting together a geocaching gathering to help restore the trail, a GoFundMe drive, an Eagle Scout project... all kinds of things that sound really good but that, in reality, most likely will not fly. While I am indeed passionate about geocaching, hiking, and supporting all kinds of outdoors activities, there are battles to pick, and I fear this simply isn't one of them — at least, not until I come into my millions, and I won't be coming into my millions unless I really bust ass in other of life's endeavors. Frankly, I more than a little suspect that some fucking developer has its eye on this sizable parcel of land, since, in Greensboro, it is verboten for trees to grow when a bunch of god-awful dwelling places on clear-cut land can be planted in their places.
One thing is for certain: while I have generally supported bonds to fund Greensboro's Parks & Recreation Department, I will no longer do so — not after the wholesale destruction of woods and trails in favor of damn near uncountable new soccer fields at local parks that can never, ever possibly be fully utilized in this town. There are, what, 33 or so fields at Bryan Park now, just up the way? It was one of these fucking superfluous fields that took out "Darkness Falls" (GC14WGB) a while back. "Darkness Falls" was a classic night cache put together by Darth Sketcher in those days before I even knew the activity existed. In 2014, after Sketcher had retired from geocaching, I adopted the cache and spent no little time, energy, and expense refurbishing it (see "Restoring Darkness Falls," "Darkness Falls Restored," and "Darkness Falls, Cache On" for some insight on that one).
To reach the "Let's Rock" cache, you had to listen to a recording of the Little Man From Another Place giving you the coordinates. For old times' sake, here's the audo: Let's Rock Coordinates
There's nothing there now but a bunch of empty woods. I will say, if the woods do remain unsullied, and the critters take it over without human intervention, I'm all for this. But given Greensboro's track record with woodlands, I'm cynical. No. I'm beyond cynical. So for now, I'll just indulge in a little sad. At least, for time, the Beech Bluff Trail brought me, and I know a lot of other people, quite a bit of joy.
|Ground Zero at "Chasm of Horror." You don't get much of a sense of the physical challenge involved|
to retrieve the cache from the photo, I fear. It was a fun one.