Yesterday really was a long, long day. Ms. Brugger had a
pre-ass-crack-of-dawn flight to Michigan, as her dad is having surgery, and
she wants to be on hand to help out. Allison was here for the New Year's
holiday, and I had a dentist appointment in Greensboro at 2:45 p.m., so we all
got up at 3:30 a.m., hit the road at 4:15 a.m., and arrived at
Piedmont Triad International Airport right at 5:00 a.m. We saw Ms. B.
off, and then I headed after a couple of geocaches not far away, largely to
kill some time until the nearby
Carolina's Diner
opened for breakfast at 6:00 a.m. We arrived at the diner just as they opened;
enjoyed a delicious, cardiac-event-type breakfast, and then I took Allison
home.
From there, I had several hours to kill before my dentist appointment. So, I
booked it down to the Ramseur/Franklinville area, about 30 miles south of
Greensboro, and hit the
Deep River Trail, which I have hiked many a time over the past several years. There were
several relatively new caches along the trail, so I spent several hours on the
hunt, putting in almost seven miles before it was all said and done. The
morning started out pretty fuckin' cold, but it did warm up a bit during the
day. I ended up logging thirteen caches, which brings my total find count to
15,357.
I made it to my dentist appointment right on time, got some very clean teeth,
and then hit the road back to Martinsville. Arrived home at 4:30 p.m.; had
something for supper, I can't remember what; and decided to watch a movie
before I crashed for the night. A short time back, I had found a pretty cool
streaming channel on the Roku, the Essential SF Channel or
something like that, and decided to check out
The Beast of Hollow Mountain, which I hadn't
seen since I was a teenager. I remember thinking back then that this was the
most boring monster movie ever made, so I was curious if that ancient
impression retained any merit.
The Beast of Hollow Mountain is, in
fact, the most boring monster movie ever made.
I dunno what time I went to bed, but I crashed pretty damned hard. Ms. B.
comes back next Friday, and it's a mid-evening flight.
If she's really, really sweet, she'll buy me dinner.
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| Haunted house up in the woods |
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| The Deep River Trail meets US Hwy 64 |
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| Based on this and the "No Trespassing" signs, something tells me they don't want you to go this way. |
