Trashy Meadow Traditional Cache

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Hidden : 6/30/2007
Difficulty:
2 out of 5
Terrain:
2 out of 5

Size: Size: regular (regular)

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Geocache Description:

The cache is an amo can located about three miles down a dirt road accessible by two wheel, four wheel, and ATV.

When you find this cache, you will be standing in what once was a beautiful meadow, but now it is strewn with debris. Was this the home site of some pioneer or dry farmer from the 1920’s--hardly! What you are looking at is the remains of an old single wide mobile home that arrived at this site in the late 1980’s.
A crazy man with few brains and fewer dollars brought a 60’ mobile home through the Cove, across both bridges and up to this site with an old pick-up truck. The Cops were on his case as he crossed the second bridge, but as there was no way to turn the thing around, they had to let him proceed. His old truck didn’t have enough poop to pull the trailer up the hill, so he hooked a chain from the front of his pick-up to his beat-up Chrysler Cordoba, and he and his wife inched their way around the switchbacks and up the hill. When they got to the gravel road, the tires on the trailer had blown and they were dragging the trailer on it’s rims. The owner told me that he owned property farther up the hill from where you are standing, but this was as far as he could get so he “squatted” here. This was not, nor ever was, his property!! He set up here with no water, no power and not even an outhouse.
The man, his wife(?) and a kid or two, gave up and left sometime during their first winter. Over the course of the next few years, the vulchers had picked the place apart. First, the trailer was bashed, then the tin siding was hauled off, then the axles and springs vanished and then the frame was cut up and hauled for scrap.
I met the trailer’s owner right after he set up on this site. “Crazy” might not be a strong enough term to describe what he put his wife and kids through, not to mention what he did to the real property owner when he took this beautiful meadow and destroyed it. I don’t know were this goofball is now, but I hope it is a long way from Central Oregon.

Watch for broken glass, barbed wire, and sharp metal.

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