This is cache number two in the series "bloopers," a continuously growing chronicle to some of my not-so-brilliant moments. This series is also underscored by a recycled theme, where not only each container is recycled, but also the logbook.
When I was little I used to call this park the "bumpy slide park" This park is one of the oldest parks in this area. It once hosted miles of hiking trails, two playgrounds, a softball field, volley ball field, basketball court, picnic shelters, sledding hill, and more. Really this park was one of the best kept secrets of the area. When I was a boy my mom used to take me hiking on the once well groomed, well marked trails; we would picnic by silver creek, and play on the playground of course having to go down the world famous bumpy slide made entirely of rollers (really you should go check it out). Lately though, this park has been neglected and the trails have become overgrown. Even though the playground and groves are still intact it is only a shadow of its once glorious past. While browsing the Oakwood Hills village site I came across a page talking about the renovation of this park. Sure enough they have already begun. It will once again be great under the guidance of MCCD and the Land Conservatory. This cache is not far back on the trails like I would have hoped. Instead it has been requested that I keep it close to the entrance and out of the construction zone. This happens to be where the blooper actually happened.
It all started one Saturday morning a while back. I was out in the woods with my sister and we were just finishing an hour hike. I decided to stop off at a spot I knew had some great blackberries. I came down the path at the trailhead coordinate and was about to enter the open area when my hair stood up on end. I heard a sound that was like the growl of a dog combined with the snarling of a lion. I looked to my left and there was a medium sized, brown coyote. I smiled nonchalantly and slowly took a step back. I had my hand on my knife in my pocket and a stick in the other, I knew that if he were to charge I could swiftly jam the stick into his gaping jaws. This turned out to be not necessary as he soon backed out of the area.
This event was no so much of a blooper as it was a scare but I thought you might enjoy it anyway. I would love to hear some of your own similar stories, tell about them in your log.
Please enter the woods by the trailhead waypoint. It will be much easier than just blazing your own trail. To start, cross over the small bridge and then when you reach the trailhead waypoint turn left.