Hey Biscuiteers, quick update on the 2017 Triathlon-a-Thon. We had to adjust the schedule due to the foosball host establishment unexpectedly going out of business (whoops!)
Without further delay, here’s the updated plan for Saturday September 9, 2017:
2:30 – Foosball at Tylers’s Taproom (102 E Main St, Carrboro, NC 27510)
3:45/4:00ish – Pinball at The Baxter Arcade (108 N Graham St, Carrboro, NC 27510)
5:00ish– Skeeball and Prizes at Zog’s Art Bar (108 Henderson St, Chapel Hill, NC 27514)
The entire distance from start to end is 1.1 miles, so its still walkable. There is street parking along the route, and a free public lot behind Tylers, plus the free Carrboro parking garage nearby
1 – Make a tax-deductible donation to Residential Services pet relief fund HERE
2 – Come out on Saturday September 9 at 2:00pm, and have a blast, collect your goodies, and potentially win fabulous prizes. If you want to donate but can’t make it out, I will mail you your shirt and koozie!
3 – Feel excellent knowing you made a tangible difference in supporting an amazing cause.
Thank you for the continued support – please share info about the event 🙂
Let’s file this one under weird hiking finds. Admittedly, though I found this place a while ago, it’s still there, and still weird.
I was on a walk down a dirt road just outside of Carrboro NC when I noticed a path that went into the woods. It was pretty well defined and geographically I was confident it just went into a nearby park. Feeling froggy, I started down the path, over a creek, through some woods, and alongside some clearly marked “No Trespassing” signs that signaled to one side of the path was land belonging to some quarry company.
While stopping to take in the weird sparseness that exists under the canopy of a mature pine forest I noticed something off in the distance, off of the path. I couldn’t really tell what it was because of brush, but it almost looked like a structure.
As I got closer I saw what I figured must some kind of murder-hobo encampment, where surely the occupant(s) had heard my approach. I froze for a moment and took in my surroundings, looked at my options, and decided to just walk up like I owned the place.
Upon approaching I realized that this wasn’t a place of ill-will but a remarkably well put together party shack. It looked like the type of placea rag-tag group of kind of bad, but not actually bad protagonists in a young-adult adventure movie would call their home-base. There was even a sign with a phone number on it to call…weird.
I noticed a path out of the camp, so I followed that and found THIS scary ass old house, and cool old motorcycle.
This was a good hike.
Hey! Did you know that the Triathlon-A-Thon 2 is right around the corner? Check it out, we’ve almost hit our goal J Here’s the link: