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Diefenbaker signing the logsheet, moments before he dropped it into the water below |
After we emerged from the not-so-daunting darkness, Ms. NCBiscuit left us
for different pastures, and the rest of us meandered Chapel Hill way, where
we grabbed a quite a few more caches, most of them of high quality. A fine
day of it overall, akin to the days of old, when the full gang could spend
the better portion of the day hunting all varieties of caches, fit in all
kinds of decent exercise, and lay waste to a passel of decent vittles. This
time around, we found a fine feast at Casa Maria Latino
Restaurant on Franklin Street in Chapel Hill. We've been there numerous
times, and it's always quite good, though for whatever reason, they weren't
serving alcohol — a bummer because some of us had been craving margaritas.
Don't know whether they lost their ABC license or what, but I hope it's not
a permanent situation. More often than not around here, a restaurant loses
is liquor license, and the next thing you know, the restaurant has ceased to
exist.
On last Friday, after an early workday, I met friend
Skyhawk63 (a.k.a. Tom) over in Pilot Mountain to
hunt a newish Adventure Lab. It was enjoyable enough, and we completed it
readily. I snagged a few additional hides afterward on my way to the old
homestead in Martinsville. I hadn't been into Pilot Mountain in ages, and I
did discover that, like Eden, NC, they also have their very
own Bigfoot. It's a very flat Bigfoot — a piece of sheet metal on the side
of a building in the middle of town — but I always do get a kick out of
seeing him around as much as I do. To think so many people live their
lifetimes never seeing Bigfoot and consequently not believing in him. Well,
I've seen, and I believe.
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| Mount Pilot's very own Bigfoot |
Apart from the geocaching, I've done precious little these past couple of
weeks other than work like the dickens on a story for a new anthology. Due
to so much happening on the homefront, I had missed the official deadline,
but I still had a small window to get the story in. I trust it will please
the editor. I found it, in the end, a most gratifying tale to write.
And I'll be back hard at the writing in the coming days, for I need to get
back on the Georgia book for the Ameri-Scares series. I had
started into it a while back but had to put it aside for a time while the
wedding, the home renovation, estate business, and the regular day job ate
up every hour of every day. I like to keep busy, but I really hope things
don't build up to that beyond-intense pace for a long, long time... if ever.
Today, of all things, I did something I've not done in over a decade: I went out and played golf. Friend Terry invited me to go along, and I decided to do it. Years and years ago, I was quite the avid golfer, but these past few decades, it really hasn't been in my repertoire. Today, I scored about as well as one might expect after ten-plus years away from it. But I managed to nail a few beautiful shots, and I really did have a great time. I don't know that I'm going to become a habitual offender again on the golf course, but then... stranger things have happened.
And that's all for now, so sayonara and peace.
