It was raining this morning when I started out, but I figured I was bound to get soaked in sweat anyway. What could the rain do but cool me down. It worked. I chose a parking spot and began what would turn into a day of bush whacking with few trails, but plenty of fun. Straight up the hill I went and as I approached GZ, I thought I saw a patch of mushrooms. What I was actually looking at was the cache strewn all over GZ. CCCA, what did you have in those CITO bags? Chicken? Beef? Wilbur Buds? Based on the teeth marks, I thought maybe D&W or B&J had found the cache, but upon further study I decided it was more likely a fox or raccoon. My first CITO turned out to be the cache itself. I took the container that was chewed up the most. I couldn't even get it to close. I also replaced the BLANK log with a few sheets I had in my pack.
After I had cleaned up that mess, I headed of to bush whack my way to Iron Butterfly, I'll wait for you at the top, Wait! Theres another one here, and TAKE A HIKE!™~HIGH CALIBER. After finding all of those except for a DNF on Caliber, I headed back down the hill to the road. I thought I had picked the right side trail to get me to the CITO site, so when I came across a fire pit IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TRAIL surrounded by beer cans, I decided to start my clean up early. How much intelligence does a person have when they decide to build a fire on the trail and drink themselves stupid? Not far to drink if you ask me. When I got to the road I checked my position and saw that I was still a bit off, so down the road I went. When I saw GZ, I just shook my head. I took the picture and then explored the area. What I found was thrilling and depressing. Recently I have been thinking about a Boy Scout patrol camp out I went on when I was 13. I didn't know where we were, but it was my first camp out and the adult just dropped us all off at the site and left. As I picked up trash, I realized that this was the place we camped at. The tree stump in the rock box was my first clue. That was the site of a bee nest that we discovered while chopping away at the stump with an ax. The kind of trash I was finding just disgusted me. Why do people do this? It was not like this in the 70s.
Thanks for brining me back to a place I once knew, but never could find! I had a great 4th of July!