Copy from our Log when we first started caching. Mabugirl (13 years old at the time) is my daugher. Bachlors Grove is a cemetary inside some forest preserves well known by the local teens (and adults), for decades, as a 'spooky/haunted' type of place. One thing I forgot to note in this log is I was such a newbie staring at the GPS, I was only a couple feet away from stepping/falling INTO a well. A quick warning by the teen saved Mama.
P.S. excuse the grammer/spelling errors as this was is a copy/paste with no corrections.
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Well this was visit 6 of 6 for our mama/daughter day. Mabugirl and I made our way from Bachlors grove across a little creek. Was low enough to keep our shoes dry. On the way Mabugirl told a ghost story she had heard. I'm not a believer of ghost I say. We come to a part of the woods that had obviously been burned out by some type of forest fire. It was around noon and quiet as can be... except for the creaking of the trees. See it was extremely windy and them trees would go CREEEEEEk.. groannnn creeek. I whisper a reminder to myself that I don't believe in ghosts. Extremely unnerving!
Mabugirl was starting to get a little freeked when all the sudden my GPS starts moving all over the place. Now remember I'm quite new to using a GPS and never have seen it do this before. After messing with it a moment I knew it was just having problems keeping contact with the trees swaying like they were. First our position would swing one way (saying we were walking 60MPH!!!) and then way another way! After about 15 minutes it settled down somewhat but was still highly unaccurate. We tried to use it best we could to see if we could narrow down a search area... scoped out quite a few likely hidey spots for a cache this size but were coming up empty.
Between the burned up trees, wacked out GPS, creeking an groaning, mabugirl scared witless (I was starting to get freaked out because she was LOL) we decided 40 minutes was enough of a search this time! Time to high tail it outta there.
Interesting note... on the way back over the creek we saw our shoe prints in the mud. There had clearly been some dear that walked through after we left and a BIG OLD print.. as large as my hand.. of some kind of wolf (are there wolfs there?) or wild dog (have a hard time imagining how big it was!). It was a very deep impression...part of it over the back half of mabugirl's shoe print. And that thing had some nails that went wayyyy in the mud. If you think we were hightailing it before we booked after that (after I actually picked up a huge stick... no joke) we were that freaked.
Of course we laughed at ourselves once back at the car... but will admit we were 2 scared girlies. I am sure we will be back to search again.. but this time we bringing more company and saving it for a non-windy (creekfree) day! That's our story and I'm stickin' to it!
