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| Wee little frog sleeping on a leaf |
I needed exercise, and bad, and I really wanted to hike after work today.
I have no geocaches in town to hunt, and when I hike, I’ve gotta hunt
things. Yes, I’ve just gotta. So, having found all the caches on all
the trails nearby, I broke down and decided to hunt
Munzees. There’s a shit ton of them on the Laurel Bluff Trail, just north
of Greensboro, so I made that my destination. At least I got to satisfy
the need to find things in the woods. It was a beautiful, almost chilly
afternoon, and — much to my surprise — I found the trail almost totally
bereft of other human beings, which delighted me no end. More often than
not, you go into the woods seeking solitude, and the trails turn out to
be like goddamn I-40 at rush hour. Over the course of nearly three
hours, I saw exactly three other people on the trail. Not a bad hourly
average. I put in just over four miles — two miles out and two miles back
— so I did go out bit farther than a lot of casual hikers do. So, color me
happy. I did indeed find a shit ton of Munzees, as well as the odd bone
stuck in a tree; a few wee, tiny frogs sleeping on leaves; and a pair of
slightly sore feet. I did take the opportunity to check on a cache of mine
called
Hellraiser
(GC4D26T), which lurks a short distance from the trail near a big beech tree
in which someone carved “Hell is just ahead” in 1961.
When I got back to the parking lot, I was surprised to find it full of
cars. I really don’t know where all the people were, since it seems that
if they hiked out on the trail, our paths would have crossed. I dunno,
maybe they were all sitting in their cars for hours, as muggles will do.
Stoopid muggles.
L: "Oh, the leg bone's connected to the tree bone...." R: You're not my
stepping stone....
