A sojourn of dinnerriffic proportions.

Last weekend while I was playing in Letchworth with Adam, I was reminded about how I wanted to do have a weekday cookout picnic in the park with my family.  So later that evening, I chatted with the fam about it, and everyone was on board (and eager to boot...that's rare!  Hahaha).  So with the hamster set in motion, plans were made to grab some charcoal and hotdogs and have a cookout this very evening!

The easiest of the decisions was where to have our little gathering.  My thought was to do it in the Tea Table picnic area overlooking the gorge and where Wolf Creek Cascade funnels down into the Genesee River.  It's beautiful, easy to access and has charcoal grills!  I couldn't think of a better place to spend a Thursday evening.  So when the plans were set in stone, I knew we'd be coming here!

The picnic was a blast - and many hotdogs, sausages and other goodies were consumed.  The best way to document the fun however, is through pictures!

A grill, and a little something to look at.  I love being spoiled.  Too bad we forgot
the cooking utensils...it's all good - we got twigs baby!

The view from next to our picnicy spot

Mom holding down the picnic area.  These stone tables are pretty kick ass!

The boys...

...the girls...

...and Ellie!

Pretty good looking crew here...

Then the goofing off began....

This was fun evening, and I think everyone enjoyed themselves.  Heck, even with poor planning we still managed to all come away full.  I love my family.  :-)

Sometimes "the end" ain't all that bad

For several years now I've been parceling out my cache finds in Letchworth State Park.  The reason being that I didn't want to get to the point where there would be no more to find.  That remained the popular logic for the vast majority of my caching career - but recently I've found myself compelled to get into Letchworth and work on finding them all.  Every single tasty delicious one of them.  I'm not sure where this unexpected motivation came from, or even how it started.  All I know is that as I continue to do it, the more I enjoy it, and the happier I've been.

And faithful followers...I need the happiness.  So why go seagull on my own parade right!?!

Of all the caches in the park, only five still remained free from my grubby clutches.  So for fun (and because I haven't done one in a while for poor Jeffie), here is a list of the remaining unfound by Szuchie caches in Letchworth State Park as of the Tenth Day of the Seventh Month in the Two-Thousand and Eleventh year:

• End of 18 by Roadkill
• Near the End of 18 by Jaspie Joe
• Smokey Hollow Wallow by Rojar61 and Eagle Eyes
• Dam! What a view III by Howie and Jan
• GadgetsCHC's 10,000th Find! by MickEMT

Interestingly enough, of those five - one of them is a cache I would consider in the top five placements in the entire park.  Of course I would have to find it first to fully verify such a statement.  ;-)  The cache that I speak of is none other than the End of 18 by Roadkill.  As the name implies, this cache is located at the end of 18...trail 18 that is!  Us cachers are a clever bunch eh?!?  Haha. 

Trail 18 is a 1.75 mile trail located along a ridge that leads out to Kisil Point - a spectacular vista that overlooks the gorge and the mighty Genesee River below.  It's really an amazing trail - because throughout most of your hike your walking along the rim of the gorge - and in several spots there are exceptional spots to take in the sights.

This morning I decided that I would visit the end of 18 to see what I could see and find both the End of 18 by Roadkill and the almost as cleverly named Near the End of 18 by Jaspie Joe (which is a 50 foot pitstop on the trail on your way to the end of it).  Normally I would have just tore off after these caches, but today I smartly decided to stop at the house on my way east to see if anyone would be interested in joining me.  I was pleasantly surprised when my brother Adam decided to come along for the nonsensical fun.  :-)

This made me happy, because I would be able to share this cool spot with him - and assuredly have plenty of laughs and chuckles during our hike.  We arrived in the park, and found an adequate spot to begin our trek.  Early on during our hike, I got to finally show Adam was poison ivy looked like.  He's smart as a whip kiddies, because for the better part of a half-mile all I heard was him pointing the stuff out, and occasionally cursing the very existence of the stuff.  See, older brothers are good for something!  Haha.  Anyway...in addition to that, we discovered something else along the trail that we were mighty impressed with:

A pavillion in the middle of the woods built by CCC workers in the 1930's!

There's only a handful of spots that I've been to in Letchworth where you find impressive structures like this still standing - and in the middle of the woods no less.  So of course before we continued on, we had to check it out. 

The view from inside the pavilion.  Not too shabby!

After we sufficiently explored, we returned to the trail.  Here the trail started along the gorge - and in a couple of spots there were some gorgeous overlooks to be had. 

We spent a little while at this spot enjoying the beauty in ever direction.  The Genny was looking a little parched due to the lack of rain we've had - but the lush vegetation along her banks was really cool to see in contrast to the dark colors of the forest.  While we were in awe, we quickly lost track of nature and proceeded to goof around a little bit.  Here's Adam doing his best Christopher Columbus and in doing so looking very astute.  Hahahaha.

Adam searching for new lands...preferably with girls and beer.

After finishing our overlook shenanigans, we continued down 18 until we started downhill towards the "knife ridge" and the first of the two caches we were after.  It was a short hike before we were signing in at Near the End of 18.  This stop in the book, we made our way to the End of 18 cache - my goal for the day!  Here Adam found the cache pretty quickly, and while we waited for a few hikers to make their way out of our sights, we signed in to officially complete one of the best caches in the park!  I was pretty happy...of course I do have a pretty suggestive personality.

With the geo-business over and done with, we were now dedicated solely to enjoying Kisil Point in all it's glory.  It was spectacular, and outside of some trail traffic upon our arrival, we had this section of Letchworth all to ourselves!

Adam at a nearby spot overlooking the Silver Lake Outlet.
Killer sneaks yo.  LOL.

I was extremely glad Adam came along with me to explore this amazing area.  We don't get to do too much stuff with just the two of us, so to share Trail 18 and all the scenery made my day.  I love my brother.  Awwww...man I'm cute!  Haha.  With all the caches found and the sights saw, we returned back to the main trail and made our way home.  Of course I had to capture at least one more picture before it was all said and done:

The first indian pipe I've seen this year!  I'm not gonna lie, I was pretty excited. 

Echos of St. Helena

Lately I've been having a rough go at work - and when I leave I feel physically, mentally and emotionally drained.  Typically during these infirm moments, I would go home, curl into a ball and be pretty useless and/or unproductive.  Which would only add to my frustration and...well...depression I guess.

Lately however, I've been making a consorted effort to get out and blow off some of the stress and frustration I feel.  This has taken the form of several high-quality cache hikes in Letchworth State Park.  As a matter of fact, I've spend probably five of the last seven days in the park - which as I look back at it, surprises me.  Today was one of the tougher days as of late - and after work I was tempted to fall back into my unhealthy routine.  I'm proud to admit, I instead forced myself out the door on a collision course with yet another fine cache in Letchworth.

The outlet and metaphorical punching-bag of my post work stress parade was Echoes of St. Helena Etched in Stone by the MaloneFamily.  This cache is set along the St. Helena Trail in the park, and takes you right down to the Genesee River, where you get up close and personal with an old bridge abutment.  This is one of the only structural remnants of St. Helena a now ghost town that existed from approximately 1850 to 1940.  It's a really neat location that seems extremely remote.

The cache hike pretty much takes you right by where I was just two days ago when I was hiking along Trail 13 doing Upon a Bust of Pallas by Wolf Creek.  I arrived at the parking coordinates and started toward the trailhead.

Away I go!

This cache was a puzzle cache - but a much less taxing one on my poor little pea-brain.  Essentially you had to go to a set of coordinates and find the necessary information to give you access to the cache.  Simple enough right!  The hike down towards the flats was pretty - and slowly but surely I made my approach to the Genesee River.

Trail towards the bridge abutment.

The information I needed to find was on an old foundation that once supported the bridge in St. Helena that crossed the Genesee River.  I became more and more stoked as I approached the river, as I knew I had never been down this particular trail before.  Soon the trees parted and there I was...

You can see the opposing bridge abutment on the other side of the river!

This was such an exceptional spot.  I was also really shocked to see how low the river was.  I guess the water tables around here are extremely low - to the point that the rafting group in the park has been canceling their outings due to it.  Bummer for the rafters - but it did give some interesting perspective on how shallow the Genny can get.  From there, I took to checking out the bridge abutment.  I'm pretty sure I found what I needed - but I second guessed myself so I spent additional time checking the area out.

One of the "etchings" I found on the abutment stones!

After enjoying this extremely scenic spot for a bit, I was eager to put my theory to the test to see if I could crack this cache.  The hike from the waterfront to the final cache was a short one, and after a little fudging I finally was able to get my name in the logbook.  Two puzzle caches in three days - not too shabby!  After rehiding the cache, I enjoyed the trail a bit, before packing up and starting back to the Suvie.  Of course I had to make a few stops to observe the views and flora.

When it was all said and done, I did probably around a three-quarters of a mile hike, with a little elevation thrown in for good & sweaty measure.  This was a fun adventure, and certainly something that did wonders for the old psyche.  :-)

In search of Hugh Hefner's Palatial Mansion...

In the ongoing saga of Szuchie VS. the Unfound Caches of Letchworth State Park, I like to think I'm kicking ass and taking names.  And in some instances contact information, because we all know how important networking is.

The unfound Letchworth cache that presented the most cerebral challenge for me was Upon A Bust of Pallas by Wolf Creek.  This puzzleriffic bugger clocks in at a four-star (out of five) difficulty.  Puzzle caches typically require the would-be seeker to solve a riddle, cipher or some other puzzle in order to get the information needed to determine the correct cache coordinates.  This cache required you to find the meaning of the numbers on the cache page, which would then lead you to a small container that would contain coordinates to the final.

My dear readers...if you know me...you know I'm pretty honest when it comes to puzzle caches.  I'm just downright bad at them.  And it's not so much that I'm a complete moron (I mean I'm close...haha), but it's mostly that I don't have the patience to sit in front of the confounded computer trying to decipher something when I should just be able to load some coords into my GPS and instantly be able to jump into the woods and go for a hike. 

I decided though that since this particular cache was in Letchworth, I wouldn't give up that easily.  Interestingly enough, it didn't take too long for me to figure out what I was supposed to do.  Doing it successfully was a whole 'nother matter...but I was half way there right?!?  So I spent a couple hours screwing around until I had coords that sounded ballpark.  I would never consider them right, because c'mon...they were my coords.  Haha.

I was rather proud of myself.  At least I thought I was proud of myself.  I wouldn't know for sure unless I went into the wilds of Letchworth to verify it for myself.  After returning to work today, a little peace, quiet and solitude was definitely in order, so off to Letchworth I moseyed.

The clue on the cache page was "Trail 13."  Guess who's possible first leg coords were under 500 feet from this spot:

Damn I may or may not be good!  At this point I was feeling pretty optimistic, so I grabbed my gear and hit the trail at a pretty fast stride hoping to verify my ghetto-deciphering.  Before I hit my zero though, I was quickly impressed by this trail.  It was my first time on it, so I had to take plenty of notes for future return visits.

There was a ton of maple, oak and ash going on along this trail, and inspecting some of the bigguns was really enjoyable.  Soon I was very close to my calculated coordinates.  I took a deep breath and headed off trail towards my zero.  Truth be told I was a little nervous.  If I screwed up, I'd probably be forced to scour the entire woods in the hopes of accidentally discovering the first leg.  It's been done, but certainly takes a lot of time.  Haha. 

My GPS read eight feet when I spotted a great hiding spot.

And there it was.

For being a simpleton, I did pretty good!  I snagged the cache and popped it open.  There were the coordinates for the final - I had done it.  Sure sure...it wasn't finishing the Appalachian Trail or anything, but it was a win.  And I'll take a win any day of the week!  Smiling, I punched in the final cache coords, and rehid the container back where I had found it.  It was time to celebrate...and when you're miles away from the nearest Szuchie Palmer, you party the only way you know how.  Find a tree, take a leak, adjust everything that needs adjustin' and then go about taking pictures of the scenery.

I was excited to get my hands on the ammo can awaiting me at the end of this cache, so down the trail I trotted.  This particular portion of the trail is pretty short.  It follows a few hundred feet along side the road in Letchworth - but if it wasn't for the cars making noise as they passed, you'd probably never realize it.  In total, this section probably measures under a half mile.  Their is a offshoot on the trail, that takes you downhill towards the Genesee River that adds another three-quarters of a mile to this trail (so it's not a loop per se, just a big goofy looking "T"). 

I arrived at the final cache site, and quickly had the box in my mitts.  I was one happy camper.  Since the trip went faster than I expected, I hemmed and hawed a little about checking out the spur trail that headed down towards the river.  Oddly enough, I heard Cayuga in my head urging me on (or at least the parts I could understand...it's hard to understand him when he's cramming clams and beer into his face).  There was going to be a heck of an uphill climb on the return trip, but I would have felt guilty not exploring further...so down down down the hill I went.  It was pretty overgrown, and in spots you could tell it doesn't get a ton of travel.  Also the rain we got earlier this Spring has washed away a few sections and exposed the shale rock underneath.  It's pretty cool actually. 

One of the gullys that saw a lot of action this Spring!

After a short jaunt, I arrived at the road Adventure Calls Outfitters use to take out the folks rafting down the Genesee.  I was glad I had continued on to see the blue skies hovering over the Genesee River valley.

I soaked this up for a little while, feeling complete peace and solitude.  It was a very good feeling for me - and I felt like I charged my batteries a bit (as corny as that all sounds).  I did an about face and proceeded back up the hill.  It wasn't too bad, and I did work up a good sweat before completing the upper loop and arriving at the other access point for Trail 13.  While taking a breather, I had to capture it for posterity!

Feeling an exuberant sense of joy and mirth about the entirety of my expedition this afternoon - I hiked the road back to the Suvie - a smile adorned across my face.

Letchworth Park's "Murder Central!"

I desperately needed a four day weekend (because you can't take off an odd number of days consecutively...it just doesn't feel right...haha).  With the whole day to screw around, I grabbed Chicky and we headed to Letchworth.  I'm pretty sure in only a few measly months, I've spent more time there than I have in the last few years combined.  It's pretty damn cool if you ask me.

One of the itches I've been eagerly scratching lately is the desire to get into Letchworth and locate all the remaining unfound caches that inhabit the park.  I'm not sure what brought this about...but it seems like anything that motivates me and gets me outdoors is a good thing.

The apple in our adventurous pie today would be The Murder of Alfred Silverheels by Dehgewanus.  The cache concept is pretty cool, as it describes the true story surrounding the early 1900's murder of Alfred Silverheels.  The cache itself actually takes you to the foundation of the house that the murder took place.  Sort of spooky...but also extremely interesting!  I love historical caches in Letchworth, so this cache would be our goal today.

Of course we were fraught with problems from the get-go.  My GPS is becoming quite the cantankerous old geriatric.  That or it's reverted back to early puberty.  Either way it pisses me off!  Haha.  For most of the trip, we had marginal satellite reception, which makes looking for a needle in a haystack pretty challenging.  I'm not going to lie...there was some swearing on my part. 

This is what no reception looks like while standing in a parking lot.

Chicky remained calm and collected (because let's face it, I'm a whiny spazz), and through this unbalanced perseverance eventually each of the caches four legs presented themselves.  The bright side is that if you're going to be wandering around in circles without ever getting close to your destination, you might as well do it in a spectacular location.  And as always, Letchworth State Park delivers.  :-)

At several stops along this cache, we were treated to some epically huge hardwood trees. Oak, cherry and maple mostly.  They were gorgeous!  At the first three stages of the cache, you had to find a number that would ultimately aid you in opening the final cache.  At one leg in particular, Chicky retrieved the cache, and despite a few minutes of intense searching, couldn't find the number promised to us by the cache owner.  The following is my impression of Chicky looking for a number that is clearly very well hidden.  Hahaha.

Sometimes I'm so cute, I even amaze myself.

The next picture is the location of the old house foundation where the fateful murder occurred.  It's hard to make it out with all the greenery, but you can definitely tell there used to be a structure here.

Where the murder took place!

From there we had some choices on how to get to the final stage of the cache.  For some reason we expected there'd be a trail taking us there (because usually you have to keep the cache legs near trails).  This was a miscalculation on our part, but the resulting hike presented some really beautiful scenery, and also a couple spots I had not been in several years.

For getting ourselves lost, we sure did it in a really awesome area.  The only additional challenge to all of this was that we had to climb up a nice big hill to get to the final location of the cache.  It was all good though, because as we crested the hill we got to check out another hidden patch of behemoth trees just waiting to pay us a visit.  Much tree hugging and kiss-face-making was had.

The rest of the adventure was just as entertaining, only with considerably less uphill climbing.  And since it was getting much warmer out, this was a very agreeable aspect to the outing.  Haha.  I love these woods, and they are probably one my favorite spots in this section of Letchworth!

An Independence Day venture into LSP

Wow…has it really been a month?

Huh...

Well, since my last blahg, a lot has been going on. The vast majority of which really isn’t fun, etc. etc. but I’m glad to finally have something to report.  Anyway…today is the 4^th of July.  After spending the majority of the weekend hanging out and eating my face off, I needed a little me hiking time in the woods to clear my head.

I decided to visit a cache I had found last year, but due to my sloppy record keeping, I had forgotten when it was I had actually signed the logbook. To determine my exact find date seemed like a good a reason as any to return to The Old Erie Reservoir by Dehgewanus in the always fabulous Letchworth State Park.

The park was mega-hopping busy today, but thankfully the trail to this cache was relatively empty.  That's probably due to the fact that in the opposite direction is the train trestle and the upper falls.  Both of which are key landmarks for tourist types visiting LSP. 

Upon my arrival, I had the good fortune of catching the train just as it was crossing the bridge and heading in the same direction as my intended hike.  A serendipitous photo opportunity I'd say!

I figure that's a good way to start of hike - even if you are looking for a little peace and serenity.  I enjoyed the passing by train until it had rounded the bend - and then continued on down the trail. This is a multipart cache, but since I was familiar with the area and knew how to approach the final, I skipped re-finding the legs and headed towards the grand finale.

Of course it wouldn't be appropriate to hike in Letchworth without snapping some trailside pictures.

Beautiful sites to be sure!  The ultimate payoff for this particular cache is discovering a lesser known reservoir in the park.  Truth be told, before I completed this cache, I had no clue this structure existed.  Apparently it was built in the 1850's to provide an ample source of water steam locomotives using the nearby train trestle (and also as means to put out any potential fires that might occur - because at that time the train trestle was considered the longest wooden train bridge on earth - pretty damn nifty right?!?)  After standing for over 150 years, nature is certainly doing its' part to reclaim the area - but the dam still stands and is a pretty impressive sight to behold - especially if you don't expect it!

The dam itself, does hold back some water still - although the far side has been washed out and the water it holds back is minimal at best.  Regardless, it's a neat spectacle and the ecosystem it has created is extremely cool.

Who can't resist the attractive allure of green swamp water?!?  Hahaha.  From here, I climbed the bank to the ridge that follows the east side of the trench leading to the reservoir.  There I discovered a beautiful red pine plot - which was just so darn photogenic!

After tickling these beauties for a bit, I bushwhacked through the open woods in the general direction of the trail I hiked in on.  Eventually I reconnected with it, and started the slow hike back to my cast off point.  It was really nice to revisit this place, and in the process it brought back some fond memories and also got my ass into the woods after a long hiatus.  I can't say I'm all in...but hopefully this means more adventures to scribe about and to also entertain my nearly-fanatical fan base.

Happy Independence Day everyone!