Tayloe’s Iron Works
Sunday, December 26th, 2004This morning I set out on an adventure to find another GeoCache. This on was GC3F58 (N 38° 37.011 W 077° 18.166), also known as Tayloe’s Iron Works. Before I left, I made sure that I picked up my gloves as well. My hands were freezing in yesterdays adventure.
I walked up Cardinal Drive towards my destination. I crossed the road and saw a dirt path doing down off of it into the direction of the cache. On the way down, I saw an old Iron spindle I shot a picture of it and continued down the path. I came up onto a rusted car near some billboards. The path seemed to bend away from my cache, but I saw another smaller path leading in the direction that I wanted to go.
I walked for a good distance, checking my GPS receiver every now and then. It looked as if the cache was directly to my right. I looked and it was a huge hill going up. “You got to be kidding me!”, I said. It was a good thing that I had brought gloves as it was easy to grab onto trees on the hills and go through bushes. I got to the top of the hill and went down the other side, crossed a stream in the valley, and then went up the next steep hill. Reaching the top of this hill, I walked a bit until I arrived into the vicinity of the cache.
I found the cache in an old coffee can under a log. The can appeared to be deteriorating a little bit. Rust was covering a few of the items inside and I also saw a pair of “AA” batteries. They didn’t look to healthy. I tried to sign my name in the log book, but none of the pens provided were working and both pencils were unsharpened. I left the floppy disk brush that I had acquired yesterday and picked up a pair of dice.
I entered the GPS coordinates of the next location into my GPS receiver and read the warning about having to get wet in the water. Let’s just say that today is a cold day, and there is ice about. Getting in cold water was on my wish list. On my way, I had crossed a very small stream and I was hoping it was the stream in the valley I had just crossed as it appears the water is low at this time of season.
I followed the path down the side of the hill as the paper suggested and came to a very large stream. My heart sank. I would catch hypothermia if I tried wading through that thing. I walked along the banks to find a good location to cross, hoping that maybe a tree may have fallen over it or finding some large rocks to step across.
I came up to the I-95 bridge and was getting so far away that I figured it was about time that I suck my gut and cross the river. I started to make my way down to the water and found a marker near by that said “VDH”. My only guess is that this is for Virginia Department of Health, or Vertical Drilled Hole. I snapped a picture and continued down.
Since this was a cold day, I figured that I would play it smart. I took off my shoes and socks and pulled my pants up. Man, a few weeks ago before I started dieting, I wouldn’t be able to pull my pants up so high. Anyway, the ground alone was cold. I gave a moment of thought to gather my courage and strength and began the trek. Oh it was so cold! My feet immediately started to go numb and my only thought was that I had to cross quick before hypothermia set in.
I got to the other side and started putting my socks on and then my shoes. As my feet came back from being numb, I could feel how warm my shoes were. I had some sediment and sand in my socks, but I wasn’t going to complain now. I was just pleased that I thought to remove my shoes first so I wouldn’t have to walk around in soggy shoes for the rest of the adventure.
I backtracked from this side of the bank and spotted a cool tree with some fungus. I snapped a picture thinking that Angel would like to see it. I also ran into a bunch of ice sickles under some overrunning dirt. There were more ice sickles close by under the roots of a tree.
Continuing along the bank, I came across the general area I was supposed to be at. However, I was on the high bank. I was overlooking a large water bed. It appeared that there was oil reflecting the light in an odd way.
My GPS receiver was pointing me further away from it and I followed it. I arrived at an area where it was pointing down a steep hill thirty feet. I couldn’t see anything. I figured it was down along the lower bank and decided to back track until I found a way to get down there.
I walked past the iron works and noticed a small cave at the back and that the large puddle was actually frozen over. The GPS receiver carried me further along the bank past this area and when I got to where I was going, the receiver pointed me up the hill.
I spent the next hour going up and down this hill directly. My GPS receiver started acting funny as well. I’m guessing it was due to the cold weather, or that satellite signals were not being picked up accurately due to the large hill to the side. I also had problems losing the signal every now and then.
I finally got to the point to go back and check out the water bed and see if I could reach the cave. I was in luck. As soon as I peered inside the cave, I saw it. It was a very tiny cave with a white and clear plastic container. I opened it up and immediately recognized a travel bug.
I left the pair of dice behind that I picked up at the first cache. I took the travel bug along with the Jeep attached to it. I then proceeded to go home. I stopped along the way and took some pictures of an interesting tree and some more fungus. Why is it that fungus gets my attention?
It took me a good deal of effort to get back home. I crossed under the 3 bridges of Interstate 95. It was hard since everything was grown up with splintered bushes on bug giant boulders the size of bowling balls.
After crossing under the bridge, I came to an area where there was a sewer drain sticking up out of the ground next to a telephone pole. I sat down on the concrete next to it and removed my shoes and socks. I turned my socks inside out and cleared all of the dirt out of them. I shook my shoes against the surface and loosened as much dirt as I could. After I recovered from my little breather, I was on my way again.
After a little while, I saw the edge of a suburb on the hill above. I was so longing for civilization that I figured that I had to brave the waters again. By this time my feet were dry. I came to one spot and tried throwing some large rocks into the river near by, hopping I could find an easier way to cross without getting wet. I was not able to get much progress from it and the river was just too wide.
I took off my socks and shoes, pulled up my pant legs and braved the waters. The water here was deeper and wider then my previous walk. I just kept thinking that this was a test of my determination or something and just kept going without stopping.
I made it across and could see now that there were fences all along the community that I wouldn’t be able to get past. The good news was that I was on a path that was wide enough for a vehicle and level. I started to make progress walking along quickly, keeping an eye out for anything that would help me get up to this suburb.
I arrived at the end of this path and came up on some big rocks leading down from the suburb and a lot of dirt covered with straw on the hill. There was an opening between the town homes and my spirits lifted. I took each step with excitement that I was coming home. As I approached the top of the hill, I could see the radio tower from the police station on my road. It was a good distance away, but now I knew where to go without using GPS.
I walked along the development and made it to Cardinal Drive. I crossed and went past the police station. I walked up Donald Curtis. Every footstep was just worn out of energy, but I was still moving. I made it through the front door and my Angel hugged me and told me that she missed me so much.
One thing I did learn today was that as soon as you leave the road, set a way point. My only way point to go by was for my house at 1 mile away from the second cache. It would have been much better to go back to cardinal drive where I had first left it.
A final note, it would be great to bring a compass with me as well. Although the GPS receiver has a compass built in, it isn’t always pointing in the rite direction if I am not moving much, or moving back and forth. A compass would have come in handy to help me line up the GPS compass in the rite direction.


























