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“It’s in the trees! It’s coming!”
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Good friends and geocaching partners,
Gerry (a.k.a.
BigG7777)
&
Bridget (a.k.a.
Suntigres), late of nearby
Kernersville, moved to Florida last year, which certainly made
Brugger and me sad, at least for our sakes. I know Gerry & Bridget
couldn
’t be happier with their place down there, and that’s what matters. But since they recently came back to Kville for one of their
regular visits, Ms. B. and I spent an enjoyable evening with them last night —
at a respectable distance! — with delicious appetizers, pizza, and a few
bottles of excellent wine. The night was pleasantly chilly, so we sat around
their firepit enjoying the company and goodies until the old people — one of
them, at least — began to fade a bit.
This morning, I hit the highway and met the mad Floridians at a lovely
little cache where we found a much-needed helping hand. This one earned
favorite points for creativity, gruesomeness, and humor. From there, we
moved southward a bit through Randolph County, which has seen a
veritable explosion of new caches in the past few months, largely courtesy
of one labchic1. The majority of them are park & grab hides —
meaning they are quick and easy enough to park, jump out, grab the cache,
sign the log, and move on in short order. Happily, today, we found ourselves
in any number of appealing settings, several of them old and haunted (my
favorite kind, believe it or not), including a nice old graveyard. (Sadly,
we failed to find the cache at the graveyard; it is likely missing.)
As for settings, I was most taken with the remains of a gas station,
which likely went back 50 to 75 years; the crumbling skeleton of an old
mansion (oddly, with a decomposing truck trailer parked in front of it); and an
old plant of some sort right on the Deep River in Coleridge,
where Bridget and I had once unsuccessfully hunted a cache placed by
Nefarious Beast Diefenbaker (a.k.a. Scott). I once returned to
that plant at Nefarious Beast Diefenbaker’s behest and replaced his missing
cache. That replacement eventually went missing, and the cache was archived.
So, today, I quite enjoyed returning to the location to hunt a new cache,
which we did find, though it took quite a dedicated search.
Gerry
and Bridget will be returning to Florida this coming week, so it was great
beyond great to spend some quality time with them, which has been in too
short supply since they moved. I so hope that in the coming year the
pandemic will subside sufficiently to permit less distance between us when
we are in close proximity. Given the positive results of this past
week’s election, I feel there’s somewhat more reason to have hope on that
front.
And so let us hope.
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Bridget: “I’m telling you, I SAW a dreadful apparition.”
Gerry: “That was just Mark.”
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Rest rooms are in the back.
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Haunted
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I expect the trailer is haunted too.
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One of us, at least, is very happy.
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