[black][size=2]Today I decided to travel the [url=http://coord.info/GC3RKQ4]Road to Hell[/url] through the Hastings area. I had to stay focused on my goal and not get distracted by all those other caches in my GPS. I made my list and checked it twice before heading out on the trail. I had a little technical SNAFU early on, but I managed to overcome those odds. My fearless geodog Bailey was with for this trip. He enjoyed some caches more than others. In the end, I found what needed to be found and accomplished the goal of 666 points using 23 caches.
STF? Really? No one has stopped by in the last three months to clean up the mess the vampires left? Lucky for me, I went during daylight hours armed with the symbol of my faith and a wad of garlic (works on vampires and women). I had the mighty Cerebus with as a guard dog to attack and deal with any riff-raff. I thought the best approach would be from the river. That cheddar curtain is sticky some days. After canoeing across and dodging trains, I started assaulting the hill. I swear I heard William Wallace yelling "FREEDOM" as I made my way to the top. That is where I slipped on the vampire parts. Really SNB and Sparkyfry, didn't your mothers teach you to clean up your messes? As I was rolling down the other hill with Cerebus bounding after me, I hit my head on something hard. Hmm, oh wait, the cache. Whew! It wasn't for nothing. That is good to know. I rehid the cache and was on my way.