Here it is, folks, the
Halloween cache too scary
for geocaching.com. You can log your find at terracaching.com
where it's listed as The
Ghoul-Haunted Woodland of Weir.
the proper mood has been set you may begin. Happy Halloween,
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere--
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir-
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Once at the starting point on the edge of Central Park's North Woods, your journey to the dark side begins by facing the compass direction of the freezing waters where Shelley's monster met his demise.
Now start with the Number of a Man and subtract the number of lines in Ulalume, the number of people present at the Last Supper, the number of Salemites hanged, (Don't Fear) The Reaper's place on the list of 500 Greatest Songs of All Time, and the two-digit year of Orenthal's murder acquittal.
Now project a waypoint that many degrees, and the number of feet equal to the date of the Medusa sculpture at Korkyra.
Forget straight lines. Tread carefully through the ghoul-haunted woodland. Beware false turns and remember that only vampires cannot cross running water (not so lovesick zombies so be stealthy and remember that the trees have eyes, especially in warm weather).
You will soon arrive at Satan's Table, an ideal spot for a human sacrifice (or lunch).
From here, face the Land of Nod. Project a waypoint using the two-digit year of the theft of Charlie Chaplin's coffin for degrees, and the year of St. Moses the Black's martyrdom for feet. This will lead you to Beelzebub's Boulder.
Tread 3 grave lengths to your spooky reward.
A sign of the end.
The path to your final destination.
View from Beelzebub's Boulder.
the proper mood has been set you may begin.