Given the dearth of nearby geocaches I've yet to find, it's always a treat to
see new ones published that aren't that far away. A trio of new caches popped up
on my map Friday — out in Floyd County, about an hour northwest of here. Since I
couldn't get out there at the time, I got up early on Saturday morning, grabbed
coffee and a danish at the nearby
Valero Fas-Mart
(their coffee does rock), and sallied forth onto the shadowy backroads. Long ago
(the 1970s) and far away (about 20 miles), I attended
Ferrum College, and I frequented these backroads, usually seeking the influence of what some
might consider illicit substances. There was a commune called Travianas in this
area that I used to visit frequently, and I read not all that long ago was still
in existence. I don't remember exactly how we used to get there, but I was
pretty close to the location, though.
My destination was a place
called
Riverstone Farm, a gorgeous place in the middle of nowhere, more or less, with a little store
where you can buy their fresh produce, and it's all on the honor system. You
weigh your produce, fill out your own sales slip, and drop your money in a slot.
I picked up a couple of fabulous fresh tomatoes, which weighed over a pound, for
$5. And I got first-to-find honors on all three of the new caches, each of which
was nicely done. I so appreciate geocaches that lead me to such splendid
locations that I would surely never have discovered otherwise.
On my
way home, I stopped for lunch at the
Railway Café
in Bassett. A delicious fried chicken sandwich and a much-needed
cold iced tea. Damn, it was hot out there.
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The Riverstone Farm produce store
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Trail along the Little River
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A purty trail view
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Last night, we saw the news of Donald Trump getting winged by a
shooter. I've seen all sorts of conspiracy theories, lots of anger, and all
too much true hate, enough to be totally overwhelming. I have a lot of things
I can say on this issue, but not here and now. A bit later, I will.
This
morning, again I rose early, grabbed coffee and a danish at the nearby Valero
Fas-Mart, and hauled myself down to Burlington, NC, where I met friend
Scott (a.k.a.
Diefenbaker) for a day of caching in Hillsborough.
As it has been lately, it was hot out there. Fuckin' hot. We both added quite a few to our total number of finds, including a bunch
along the
Eno Riverwalk. Another gorgeous location I enjoy visiting, and — as we usually do when in
the area — we grabbed lunch at
Hillsborough BBQ Company. Smoked chicken wings for me today, and damned good.
My favorite
find of the day was probably the very photogenic black rat snake we ran across
at
Blackwood Farm Park.
I've no idea what level of madness our country and the world
will reach this week, but I've no doubt it'll set a new fucking record.
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A nice black rat snake we happened upon
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Train trestle over the Eno River, viewed from the Riverwalk
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Another view of the Eno
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