The Widow of Hanging Rock

Hopefully today will go better than Saturday.

Following McFlyers need to lead, we arrived 

in Delaware and parked near a transport 

repair station. We entered the area of reported

containers, only to have most of our crew step 

in some sort of sheeeet, covering their footwear

in foul smelling doo. Once that ordeal was over we 

proceeded to our first of the day. The Chisel 

made short work of this and made the find. He

might have to be dealt with later, getting to 

cocky. He now twirls and guffaws with every 

find.   |:{>  GB

Saw Mill

What a wonderful afternoon for a walk 

through Middletown Trails...made the

Bataan Death March look easy!!!

It was a multi-stage run from McFlyer

who seems to be enjoying our misery

when we go out without his crew....

For starters I parked the transport

at the wrong coordinates, surely not

my fault though, Pondcomet was muttering 

incantations all day. We ended up in a sticker

mangrove that was alive with pain and suffering.

It was also White Foot's first outing with us.

He seemed up to it though and was helpful 

with the useless T-Gal, who spent the day

berating harmless forest animals!

After three hours of muckity muck, I called

the mission off because of anti-light matter.

The Chisel stormed off, screaming in Portugese

his first DNF. We will try again another day 

for this McFlyer mess.  |:{>  GB

London Calling

London was calling, it was long distance and 

I was not about to reverse the charges! All 

along old Baltimore Pike people going on 

about their business, unaware of our crew

lurking like lurkers among them. Finding 

something from an old Dr. Who show, we 

searched until we made the find.

  |:{>  GB

Archie's Corner

Who is Archie? We were going to find out!

After the battles at the Brandywine we were 

ready for some more. Well it turns out Archie 

was a woman who had been dead for quite some 

time. The remains of an old school house was part

of the clue. Putting our heads together accomplished

nothing... despondent, I sat on a wall to rest and lo and

behold I made the find! The Chisel twirled his staff in

delight, Pondcomet pranced back and forth among

the ruins... The day was over for us.  |:{>  GB

The Gaging Station

Finding the one was easier said than done...

This was our first encounter with the infamous

"SquirtGunn" real name unknown. The Chisel

said he ready to go up against her. We raced to the 

coordinates and found ourselves wary of the Dark

Glass all around us,muggles maybe were watching.

The Chisel made the find and brazenly broadcast it

to all. Fearing discovery, I maced myself as a 

diversion for the others to get away. Another 

adventure behind us, Pondcomet had to drive until I 

was no longer crying tears of victory. |:{>  GB

Brandywine Oldtimers

When going after this find, Pondcomet was very

internal with her thoughts. I asked what was  going 

on in her pumpkin...the cemetary Glark...the cemetary

she babbled. I knew of her fear of the undead, so having

The Chisel guide her while she averted her gaze from 

the graves. We came upon GZ and Pondcomet made the

FIND!  Besmerched! cried The Chisel... Trying to put a 

happy face on, I trudged to the transport and began to 

search for the next cache.   |:{>  GB

Brandywine Battlefield

The Chisel told us this morning in a dream state

that General George Washington spoke to him.

When he arrived at our camp full of pip and 

lemonade, raring to get out to" The Battlefield"

We made it to the find with The Chisel making another

find, the spirits were with him he giggled...

              |:{>   GB