The good ol' Ontario Pathways. I returned here with a friend who's recently been bitten by the caching bug and did some cache maintenance and while walking I was surprised to discover many open spots on what used to be a packed trail.
I've spent many years on this trail and placed many caches but somewhere along The Longest Line, as I got older, caching got lonely. Life got lonely. You know what they say "I guess this is growing up". You Will Lose Faith. Somewhere along the line we learn We Aint S**t, You're Bleeding and that we're walking A Love Story towards The Decline. You feel like a Poseur, you want to Murder the Government, and although it may seem a bit like Blasphemy, you can't help thinking you're a bit Oxy-moronic. You realize "I Am An Alcohlic and I Don't Like Me Anymore", You begin to see the Black & White, stop feeling so Stranded, and you realize you need to Leave It Alone, You're Wrong and sometimes you think "My heart is Yearning, I'm All Outta Angst and I Wore Out The Soles In My Party Boots." You feel like walking off the The Shortest Pier. But before you know it you're Regaining Conciousness and suddenly you realize She's Gone. You will be Losing Faith. You'll be Seeing Double At The Triple Rock and you'll feel like you've got a bad case of Brain Constipation and want to know "Where's My Slice?"
All you need sometimes is one good friend to realize It Ain't Lonely At The Bottom, you may feel Stranded sometimes and maybe The Idiots Are Taking Over but all you need is that one Punk Guy, Yeah, All His Suits Are Torn but he's your Secret Society. The Desperation's Gone and you realize that although life leaves you with Buggley Eyes sometimes, that you and this guy are a One Celled Creature and you may have 13 Stitches but Dammit you and he are Golden Boys. You may occasionally Drop The World but that one friend who's still there makes you a Happy Guy and really all you need is The Brews and being a Scavenger Type for awhile as you unearth geocaches. Get The Stink Out! Stop feeling Lower. Realize that no matter how much you ask yourself "What's the Matter With Kids Today?", you've gotta just Release The Hostages, Stop Flossing A Dead Horse, say to yourself, "I Don't Want You Around" and erase that Soul Doubt. Alot of people in this life are Wolves In Wolves Clothing, All you need is one good friend and you'll pick up those Remnants, All you need is one good buddy to stick by you and you'll see be saying Quart Is In Session we are Kids of The K-Hole and you'll feel Freedom Like A Shopping Cart.
Honorary FTF goes to Mr Knofx, Without him this cache wouldn't exist and it's dedicated to him just in case you aren't picking up on why my capitalization is weird. ;)