Indiana Dave and the Devils Glen
Here are some more adventures that I went on. As a prefix, instead of using geocaches as the goal of these adventures, I will be using ancient and sacred artifacts so that the non-geocaching public will retain interest! After all, using multi-billion dollar military satellites to hunt down Tupperware containers in the woods sounds kind of odd when you say it out loud. This will be the theme for all my adventures now on, so be aware that I will be cheesing it up to make the story more interesting.
It began the morning of the 26th. I had been researching the facts about the area for some time, but very little was known. This was an area forgotten by time, and scoffed at by the locals. Only historians and wacko-relic hunters like myself would dare venture this far from society without any ...
Ok screw that idea. I went out and visited the lost town of Josephine on my way to the Devils Glen. While in the town I saw a strange man, and hid in the ruins. He was either a ghost or a Mennonite, but the oddest thing about him was that he was walking a cow around using a turning stick.. Have you ever seen a man walking a cow outside a national geographic special? no me neither.
Photos of Ghost town Josephine
I got to Devils glen, and did not adequately prepare myself for what was ahead. I had figured it was about a 5km trip one way and 5 km back, which is fine typically. The terrain was way off the chart though, especially since I tend not to follow trails. The treasure I was looking for was on top of a hill. What stood between me and it was a 50 foot vertical cliff. On the way up the cliff I came across some very interesting caves, which I explored, and also a bought of dehydration. The dehydration lasted for at least another 3 hours, and I was tempted to eat the moist looking moss growing in the crevasses. I never did get THAT dehydrated though. There was also some snow in some of the deeper parts, but it was discolored, and had probably been there since March, so I didn’t touch that either.
Devils Glen is part of the Niagara escarpment which is most famous for Niagara falls which falls over it between lake Erie and lake Ontario. It is a nasty cliff that runs the length of southern Ontario, and I was forced to climb up and down 6 times that day.
Photos from Devils Glen
- Dave dances with the devil
- Its lonely at the top
- Devils Glen (Wallpaper)
- Cave Entrance
- Cave from the inside
- Dave in the hollow
- tree porn.. huh huh.. germinate baby
- 15m deep trench
- 20m deep trench - picture does not do it justice!
- path can't be strayed from
- 3 inch long spider
On my way home I went into the town of Creemore, home of creemore springs beer, and tryed to rehydrate myself by drinking 2 litres of cranberry juice ( I came up for air twice if you must know). They were shooting a movie about werewolves and I caught a pretty good gun scene. I snuck into the set looking like one of the union cable-carriers (like the ones homer got into a "who's lazier" match with).
Then after hydrating, I went strolling along the nottawasaga. Nice river, tasty fish.
miscellaneous adventures
drained from the brain of juicepig @ 12:26 AM
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