Dead Man's Bridge Traditional Cache

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JustKeely: Looks like the evil developers got another one [:(!] The bridge is still there, the old nail dated 1820 is still there, but the ammo can, the fence, and many of the trees are not. Looks like the treatment plant is getting a new building.

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Hidden : 10/17/2006
Difficulty:
2 out of 5
Terrain:
2.5 out of 5

Size: Size: regular (regular)

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Geocache Description:

Ammo can hidden in an interesting spot. A little bit of a hike, but you can get there and back in twenty minutes if you park at the dead end along Rivershadows Lane.

I discovered this part of the world while exploring the area with our dogs. I am very curious about what happened here, and why there was a bridge here in the first place. I think there is more history here than I am aware of, and if anyone knows it I would love to hear about it. Check out the date on the nail head by the cache! It is a bit of a spooky place. We found half a headstone out here (and a lost dog). It is also great opportunity to CITO if I would ever remember to bring a bag. The terrain could be difficult for strollers or wheelchairs. Parking is available off Spring Cypress at N 30 03.383 W 095 28.968. You can also park in the nearby neighborhood at the dead end along Rivershadows Lane. The is also a break in the fenceline if you park on the road to the water treatment plant. The break is way down at the east end of the fenceline and takes you close to the cache. Check out this log. It is the best explanation yet! br>
December 23, 2006 by The Popeteers As we approached the scene of that memorable night, the events came rushing back to us. I don't know why it's called 'Dead Man's Bridge' because nobody was killed that night. Our Uncle Zadock used to run a still east of the creek. Spring-Cypress was a rutted dirt road back then and it would have been easy as pie to run south from the still and out Spring-Cypress with his goods but the revenuers knew all about Uncle Zadock's little operation and they had Spring-Cypress buttoned down. Well..Uncle Zadock didn't fall off of the turnip truck yesterday and he caught wind of their little stake-out. He got some of his local boys to little by little drop off some timbers and pilings. No one brought more than a piece or two at a time so that the revenuers wouldn't cotton to what they were up to. After all of the supplies were gathered, old Uncle Zaddock threw a bridge-raising party fueled by one of his best batches from the still ever. It was no great architectural marvel but the little bridge that those boys threw together that day allowed Uncle Zadock's truck to sneak in and out of the still from the west. For a good six months the revenuers were stymied by this ploy because they never once thought that Uncle Zadock might be crossing the creek. In the end, it was something stupid that brought the fun and games to an end. Uncle Zadock was thowing another one of his famous parties near the still. This one happened to be in celebration of the Fourth of July. We were just kids at the time but we snuck out to the party. Uncle Zadock knew we were out there but with a wink and a nod he ignored our presence. We were running around among the good ol' party boys throwing lit firecrackers at each other. Things went sour in a hurry. One of Uncle Zaddock's more inebriated friends was walking a case of primo moonshine across the bridge to further stoke the party. He tripped on a loose board on the bridge and dropped the crate with a crash. At that same instant I had lobbed one of my firecrackers in that general direction. It was only a crate of moonshire but it was of exceptional quality and it went up in a flash. That summer had been very dry and the bridge timbers were tinder dry. The drunken party-goers weren't much of a fire brigade and there wasn't but a spit of water in the creek on account of the dry summer. The resulting fire was seen for miles around and attracted the attention of the local constabulary which had heretofore been able to ignore Uncle Zadock's little enterprise. The still had to eventually be moved and the bridge was never rebuilt. Anyhow...that's how we remember it. Thanks to the Hardings for a great cache. It was a great walk to an interesting spot.

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Additional Hints (Decrypt)

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Decryption Key

A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M
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N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z

(letter above equals below, and vice versa)


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