For
those of you who don't remember or don't know, here's the original
folktale from Norway...
Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who wanted to go
up the hillside where the grass was greener to make themselves fat,
and the name of all three was "Gruff."
On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream they had to
cross; and under the bridge lived a great ugly troll , with eyes as
big as saucers, and a nose as long as a poker.
So first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the
bridge.
"Trip, trap, trip, trap! " went the bridge.
"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll .
"Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up
to the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, with such
a small voice.
"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.
"Oh, no! pray don't take me. I'm too little, that I am," said the
billy goat. "Wait a bit till the second Billy Goat Gruff comes.
He's much bigger."
"Well, be off with you," said the troll.
A little while after came the second Billy Goat Gruff to cross the
bridge.
Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap, went the bridge.
"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"Oh, it's the second Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the
hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, who hadn't such
a small voice.
"Now I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.
"Oh, no! Don't take me. Wait a little till the big Billy Goat
Gruff comes. He's much bigger."
"Very well! Be off with you," said the troll.
But just then up came the big Billy Goat Gruff.
Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap! went the bridge, for the billy
goat was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under
him.
"Who's that tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"It's I! The big Billy Goat Gruff ," said the billy goat, who had
an ugly hoarse voice of his own.
"Now I 'm coming to gobble you up," roared the troll.
Well, come along! I've got two spears,
And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears;
And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones. That was what the big
billy goat said. And then he flew at the troll, and poked his eyes
out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones,and
tossed him out into the cascade,
and after that he went up to the hillside. There the billy goats
got so fat they were scarcely able to walk home again. And if the
fat hasn't fallen off them, why, they're still fat; and so,
Snip, snap, snout. This tale's told out.
Well there aren't any bridges, but
you'll probably feel like a billy goat when attempting this
one.
There are 3 stages to this cache. The first stage is at the given
coordinates, and it is a little ways off of the Superior Hiking
Trail. The second stage is somewhat like the first one. Neither of
the first two stages are containers. The final stage is a smaller
sized ammo box.
The terrain in this area is steep and can be muddy at times.
There are also a lot of loose rocks and one significant drop-off
near the final leg. There is a safe way around it.
~This cache is disabled in winter!~ You must use your own
discretion on whether or not this cache is kid friendly. Be
careful!
Keep a sharp eye, have fun, and watch out for Trolls! FTF prize is
a couple bucks.