First of all, we stopped for lunch in Alden at The Wild Onion. Alden sits on the shore of the beautiful and famous Torch Lake. Searching the menu for yumminess, I almost burst out laughing. For breakfast at the Wild Onion, you can order an omelette called "Torcher"!! No kidding! Want a little Torcher for breakfast? Weird. This reminds me of a sign we saw on another day - it was outside a small ranch. Near the gate, the sign said "Oleo Ranch - The Cheaper Spread"!
Our caching adventure began over in the Jordan River Valley, near East Jordan. There are marvelous trails there, and the conditions on the dirt roads weren't too bad. We parked by a sign that said "Congested Area" at the convergence of three dirt trails! Weird. Dick went off down the gated path to find the Crossing Jordan cache, and to put out the Michigan traveling cache. After he left, I got out my ski-walking poles, and went to investigate the great looking bridge over the river. The trail was superior, the bridge was so attractive, and the river scenery was very unusual. There were hummocks the size of hassocks all through the river, and some other hummocks the size of picnic tables - it was most picturesque.
The trail was so inviting, it drew me on down the way until I came to a fork in the road. I didn't know which way Dick had gone, so I stopped to reconnoiter. I noticed a set of railings at the top of a steep hill, and I was drawn once again to investigate. The ski-walkers made it possible for me to scramble right up the hill with no problem. At the top of the hill was a campground for backpackers. I walked down another hill to another road, and back to the car. This is unusual behavior for me - you have no idea how I surprised myself by doing it. Weird. The ski-walkers are going to change my life!
The second cache was down Bartholomew Road. There's a lot of weirdness in the world, and we found quite a bit of it today! On the way down the road, we came to a junkyard with junk cars on both sides of the road. The thing that was interesting to me was that on one side of the road there was a long wooden wall, and written on the wall were Biblical scriptures - there must have been 15-20 quotations. The interesting part is that the lettering was absolutely beautifully done - a really professional job. It was most incongruous in a junkyard. Weird.
We wound up in somebody's front yard, so we had to back up and look for the right trail. There was a two track back to a picnic area, and the ruins of a house and barn. This cache had been placed by a Boy Scout Troop, and it was very different and weird. The cache container was a red thermos jug just sitting out in the open with no camouflage.
At the Bennett Creek cache site we ran into Whitard and his whole family! How weird is that! It was really fun to see them - we'd like to have them come out to the river sometime. The little girls are so much fun.
The next adventure out-weirded the rest. In search of the Ouachita cache, we took off down Pesek Road, which was a quagmire of mud at the berginning, and then changed to frozen and icy, and then returned to muddy quagmire. There were houses along the way - we couldn't believe that! Dick had to really go fast through the mud so that we wouldn't get bogged down, and mud was splattering everywhere. That road would make a great ride at DisneyWorld! We were both all tightened up and tense by the time we got to Marvon Road. To us, it looked like a super highway. Pesek is short for Pesek Cake (piece of cake) NOT. This is what Dick wrote when he logged the cache:
Thanks for the cache Nanalulubug, we made it into quite an adventure. We were coming up from the south and our auto routing sent us up Pesek Road. We bet that is a real pretty drive in the summer but it's pretty hairy in the spring. We couldn't believe that folks actually live back there. By the time we got to the end, our little Subaru looked like a swamp buggy. We're too old for this stuff. By the time our knuckles were pink again, we were ready for a nice friendly cache. We signed and stamped the log and left a little ducky finger puppet. Then we drove off to find a car wash. Yee Ha!
The Scenic State cache was last. Whew! I was reaching the saturation point.
On the way home we passed through Central Lake, where we saw a man out in his front yard sitting by a campfire playing the guitar. Later we saw a man straight out of Monty Python, doing the silly walk down the side of the road. Weird!
A quick stop at the car wash and at KFC and then home to watch George Mason lose to Florida in the NCAA semi-finals. So now, do we root for UCLA because Melanie chose them, or for Florida because at least they're East of the Mississippi... Weird.
