Thursday, March 30, 2006

listen... is that banjo music?

The directions were to Cashes Valley, deep in the mountains, once a community years ago, but now nothing left but an old cemetery. There was even a poem written to direct us to the spot:

On Boardtown to Bushy Head, Cashes Ln, Cashes Rd, Left, Left, Left.
Is a forest dense, lush and green, through which the Fightingtown dashes,
Among the rocks, the reels, the logs, the gorgeous water flows.
by flower, fern, doe and fawn, ridges high among the morning fog.
A one lane road, narrow and winding, into the natural beauty it goes.
On to your destination, a cache, hidden near a Garden of Stone.
Placed in a home of man made comfort, for birds of radiant blue.
The cache is marked upon a lift up door, an emblem familiar to you.

Yes, we were off geocaching again, this time on a beautiful Sunday, taking along Carrie and Kyle.

We followed these directions, off the main highway, onto the paved secondary roads. The paved road changed to gravel. The road got more and more narrow. We were anticipating fording Fightingtown Creek 4 times according to the directions. With each ford the road on the other side got smaller. The water was clear as only it is way out in the mountains where no people are there to pollute it. The rhododendrons covered the steep creek banks. At the prescribed place according to the GPS, there it was, an old cemetery. We got out and Kyle promptly found the cache, hidden in a wooden 'birdhouse' put there by the cache owner. From here, we walked up the road a little farther to find the next cache. We could see the end of the road up ahead, with a gate across.

We searched the bank on one side of the road, but Buddy called out 'found it' on the other side of the road, by the creek. Just as he was pulling it out and opening up the box, a truck drives up behind us. We often meet people while out caching, nice folks who share our love of nature, or they wouldn't be out in the woods like us.

This was NOT the case today. Yes, we were 4-1/2 miles down a one lane narrow dirt DEAD END road out in the middle of nowhere, after fording the creek 4 times, and we ended up face-to-face with a one-toothed local feller who was NOT happy at all with us. Even though we were on the road, according to him, we were trespassing and he was just looking for the right opportunity to make an example of us cussed trespassers.

If you have ever seen the movie, Deliverance, it might help you picture the pickle we found ourselves in. It was filmed here in north Georgia, you know.

My husband has a great Southern accent, and blends in pretty well with the locals. Today, he turned the twang up a notch and diplomatically talked us outta getting shot. We promised to take the offensive box out with us and return it to the rightful owner and post a message on the website to warn folks not to come out this way again.

Needless to say, we high-tailed it outta there. On the way out that narrow road, my thoughts were, 'Can't this Jeep GO any faster?' After many turns later, we finally reached the main highway. We turned left to go farther north for more caching, and Kyle said 'Good, you didn't turn toward home, so he won't know where we live in case he is following us!"

All turned out okay in the end, but that was way too much excitement for a Sunday drive in the mountains. I can still hear the banjo music...

Y'all Come Geocaching


Abandoned in Pasadena said...

Well... a wonderful Sunday of geocaching and some uncouthed varment has to get unpleasant about the whole thing. I hate it when that happends.

The picture of the creek looks's beautiful...But how did you get HIS picture?

I'm glad you didn't let that spoil your whole day and continued on with your search. Sometimes you run into people like that and it's a little scarey...Good that your husband was able to talk his way out of what could have become a bad situation.

Abandoned in Pasadena said...

I forgot to tell you that I really liked that poem that led you to your cache.

Motherkitty said...

How on earth did this feller know you were in the woods? He probably had a still out there someplace and was worried that you guys might be revenooers or something. Yes, I heard the banjo music loud and clear. Scary moments, especially with the grandkids there. Glad husband was able to twang his way out of that mess. So much for good ole boys.

jellyhead said...

Yikes! That sounded frightening. Buddy did well to keep a level head and just try to placate that creep.

susan said...

The picture is from the movie!

abe/happy said...

Ive been looking up geocaching and have found a very interesting site here in Oz- I never relised it was so popular here.

It would be good to do but those GPS units arnt cheap :(
and there are alot of caches hidden here - so I guess without a GPS it isnt possible to do :(

doubleknot said...

My what an adventure. Glad your hubby was able to turn up his twang - I would have broken out in French (which I don't speak) if I had to in that situation.
Glad you found the caches and glad you didn't turn towards home - that was cute.

Seeing Anew said...

Oh scary experience! We had nearly the identical thing happen. We were hiking along a canal, and a dirt road paralleled the tow path for a while. A pickup truck suddenly appeared on the road and out jumped a man who accused us of trespassing. He was dressed all in black, long greasy black hair, and his face was covered with body piercings -- eyebrows, nostrils, lips, cheeks. I counted eight without counting any of the ones in his ears. We explained we were just hiking through on the towpath trail (public right of way), and he said, "Oh ok. I just wanted to check because sometimes we get some weird looking people down here." I guess it's all relative...

Boy that water in the photo looks clean!

John Cowart said...

Your adventures geocaching always make interesting reading.

Be careful out there. Sometimes folks grow things in the woods that they don't want seen.

Finn said...

Boy, oh boy Susan, you wouldn't have to say "Deliverance" twice to this northern girl...LOL, who has none of the hangups with the south.
Live and let live I say...but having seen that movie, put fears of many kinds in my head! Soooo happy your hubby handled that so well and that you made it safely out to geo-cache again!! Beautiful picture of the creek by the way!!

Southern Muse said...

Hi! I found your blog while searching for Indian Trail Trees. I'm a native North Georgian, but I can still relate to your fears of "Deliverance." I've seen one who is scarier than that photo. I was told he was harmless...

When searching for trail tree information, I've seen references to geo-caching, a new concept for me. I'm too cautious to try it.

Blogging's a fairly new concept for me, too. I'm curious as to whether you prefer it over static web design?