A Dinosaur and His Hill LbNA #6027
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Add Location| Owner: | TrailTroll  |
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| Plant date: | Oct 11, 2003 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Rochester Hills |
| County: | Oakland |
| State: | Michigan |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Found by: | Zelda masters |
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| Last found: | Sep 11, 2019 |
| Status: | FFFFFFFFFOFFFFaFFFFF |
| Last edited: | Oct 11, 2003 |
5/2013: I have been informed that the stamp has been taken. Will probably replant.
Originally placed by LaFamiglia Gonzalez and adopted for safekeeping by TrailTroll.
Park Name: Dinosaur Hill Nature Study Area
Entrance: Parking lot is NW of Axford Place and N. Hill Circle, off Winry Ln., located on the south side of Tienken road roughly .35 miles west of Rochester Road.
Entrance Fee: None
Clues: Fun and easy (remember to bring a compass)
Terrain: Relativley easy, paths rise and dip and gradually twist among the trees.
Distance: Maybe .75 miles or so round trip?
The Tale of Max and His Hill
Max is a Tyrannosaurus rex, not your frightening, spooky variety, but rather a young prankster with an incredible sense of humor. He's young enough that certain types of humor appeal to him and his story will appeal to the young of your species as well. ;-)
Anyway, Max was out one day and he'd had a big breakfast and sooner, rather than later, a certain sensation told him it was time to find find relief. Although Max was a prankster, he was rather finicky about where he chose to relieve himself. So it was this day, and he began a quest for the perfect spot, a combination of seclusion and a great view, afterall dinosaurs can't read so reading material is of little use.
So, Max trotted off, the ground shaking beneath him, and after a short time he came to a clearing (where he saw your car, and space for several others). Standing in the middle of this unnatural dirt rectangle, he knew immediately it was one of those spaces cleared by Mammalosaurs and decided for a quick route away from the area. To the extreme NW corner of the clearing he noticed a narrow but well used path, marked by a sign and passing along against a fence. Although he didn't understand the words, he noticed that an arrow pointed in the direction he wanted to go and somewhere in his walnut-sized brain, 32° flashed briefly. The young tyrannosaur paused no longer, a rumble in his lower intestines reminding him of his purpose.
As he loped along the trail he passed a sign, more Mammal-o-saur language, "Caution: poison ivy" and just beyond it, a place where he stopped. "This -must- be the famed Dinosaur Hill," he thought. Dinosaur hills, he'd seen some big ones in his time, particularly those made by Seismosaurus and Diplodocus. This one must have been deposited over time by several Seismosaurs. Near where one part had been shored up with timbers with squared sides was another sign in Mammal-o-saurian, "Do not climb the hill." "Who would want to?" Max asked himself, "hills of that variety are the unpleasant kind." So off he trotted.
In passing, he noted a small, tubular platform, topped with a worked block of granite. He shook his head....those Mammal-o-saurs were strange, never thinking of the 7 inscribed on it long enough to care.
One he went, ducking here and there along the trail as the plants grew thick, creating a canopy in some places. In passing he noted another little numbered marker, 8.
He skidded to a halt, in awe of the great, grand mass of trunks to his left. Such a massive thing, it towered even over him. But some things, like the feelings in his tummy required greater heed than the trees around him, so off he went again.
Shortly, he came upon a number of signs, which of course he could not read. But to his right, he noticed a trail going off toward another of those mammal-o-saur clearings, however, this one had smooth hardness and odd geometical angles absolutely alien to Max's dinosaur brain. He looked wildly about for some other way forward and was quite relieved to see that staying left would take him away from the odd sounds and smells of mammal-o-saur land.
A "1", then an instinctive desire to take the trail south, and a number two that marked a big rock. Okay, not so big compared to a full-grown tyrannosaur, but Max is afterall a juvenile, so he's not all that big.
Max paused, as he heard his intenstines give a huge rumble. Something twisted, squirmed and quite suddenly, the end opposite Max's mouth emitted a rather explosive sound. Max jumped as he heard a great crash behind him, and he wheeled around in surprise to see two great trees, lying broken off near the base of their trunks. Max's great, toothed mouth made a small "o" of surprise. "Did -I- do that?!" he whispered softly. With a somewhat sheepish grin, he hurried off down the trail, never stopping to notice a sign that said: "glacial boulder."
His eyes found a marker, marked 3, more because its color and texture differed so much from the surroundings. His instincts told him SW was his passage. His situation was growing a bit more urgent now, but although 9 pointed to a likely spot, he knew this was nowhere close to what he desired.
Shortly, he came upon a set of three interesting things. Though he noticed, rather in passing, a place where a mammal-o-saur might sit, and another of those markers (this one had a 10 on it), it was the great maple, the greater half of which had fallen, that intrigued Max. Beyond it water flowed, and he paused for a drink before marvelling at the tree once more.
Okay, no more marvelling, another tummy-rumble told him, and off along the water he trotted. Past more markers: 11, 12, past a great fallen trunk, where he paused. "What an odd structure this is," he thought. He was used to splashing through water whenever he wanted to cross a river or stream, but this thing spanned the water below it. Something in him made him want to cross it. Would it support his weight? It creaked menacingly as he took a couple steps on it, after which he raced across it quickly. Squeak, creak, squeak, groan, it said under his weight. Once on the other side, he thought his usual way would be better in the future. He looked around briefly and noted a rather unlucky 13. Unlucky indeed! It looked at though some Ceolophysis juvenile had used it to teethe on! Max rolled his eyes, but his intestines rumbled again.
14 passed as he was along the water again, as he passed where a number once resided, but now only a blank-topped platform. At a junction he noticed another place for a mammal-o-saur to sit. He realized that if he were to sit there, he would be facing the correct direction to go.
Oh! What was this, ferns, a whole little forest of them, and just about eye level with the young tyrannosaur, a bat cave. A bat cave? Why yes, it must be one of those mammal things. Max tooted, smiled sheepishly as the ferns turned rather brown, and hurried off yet again.
Another junction, 355° N this time. Another sign, "paint creek trail", take the trail at 345°. This is getting desparate, Max is almost at the end of his rope.
The stone in the middle of the path passed beneath his feet, but he didn't really notice it much because he was looking left and right for the perfect spot. He was sure he was close, he'd better be close! He was almost there.
Three great grey sisters, Quercus their genus, stood to right of the trail. The warty and largest nearer the trail, the middle furtherest away, and the young slender one in the middle. "What a view!" Max hopped excitedly. He stepped off the trail passing the sisters on their right sides, rather than their left, and near the end of the furthest sister's fallen branch, Max made his own hill.
Okay, that was millions of years ago, but the three sisters are still there and the deposit you're seeking is tucked in a hollow near the end of the fallen branch where Max made his deposit all those many years ago. Replace the deposit, hiding it well for others to discover.
Now, how to get there: if you're following Livernois Road, take it north to Tienken, turning east until you reach Winry. It heads south of Tienken between Rochester and Livernois, although it is closer to Rochester than to Livernois. Continue to follow Winry until you read Axford Place. Turn right and follow Axford until you reach N. Hills Circle. The lot is NW of you when you stop at the intersection of Axford Place and N. Hills Circle. The lot is open dawn to dusk, after that a permit of some kind is required, though it doesn't specify. There is no entrance fee to the park.
Notes of interest: There's a lot of poison ivy growing off the sides of the trail, so take care. Bicycles are allowed on the trails. It appears to be dog friendly, but do be sure to take a container suitable for gathering dog waste (no dog hills allowed. ;-)).
This is a letterbox/geocache hybrid. Geocachers, please stamp your logbook with the rubberstamp, but leave it for others. Letterboxers, feel free to take a trinket, but leave one in its place. Enjoy!
Originally placed by LaFamiglia Gonzalez and adopted for safekeeping by TrailTroll.
Park Name: Dinosaur Hill Nature Study Area
Entrance: Parking lot is NW of Axford Place and N. Hill Circle, off Winry Ln., located on the south side of Tienken road roughly .35 miles west of Rochester Road.
Entrance Fee: None
Clues: Fun and easy (remember to bring a compass)
Terrain: Relativley easy, paths rise and dip and gradually twist among the trees.
Distance: Maybe .75 miles or so round trip?
The Tale of Max and His Hill
Max is a Tyrannosaurus rex, not your frightening, spooky variety, but rather a young prankster with an incredible sense of humor. He's young enough that certain types of humor appeal to him and his story will appeal to the young of your species as well. ;-)
Anyway, Max was out one day and he'd had a big breakfast and sooner, rather than later, a certain sensation told him it was time to find find relief. Although Max was a prankster, he was rather finicky about where he chose to relieve himself. So it was this day, and he began a quest for the perfect spot, a combination of seclusion and a great view, afterall dinosaurs can't read so reading material is of little use.
So, Max trotted off, the ground shaking beneath him, and after a short time he came to a clearing (where he saw your car, and space for several others). Standing in the middle of this unnatural dirt rectangle, he knew immediately it was one of those spaces cleared by Mammalosaurs and decided for a quick route away from the area. To the extreme NW corner of the clearing he noticed a narrow but well used path, marked by a sign and passing along against a fence. Although he didn't understand the words, he noticed that an arrow pointed in the direction he wanted to go and somewhere in his walnut-sized brain, 32° flashed briefly. The young tyrannosaur paused no longer, a rumble in his lower intestines reminding him of his purpose.
As he loped along the trail he passed a sign, more Mammal-o-saur language, "Caution: poison ivy" and just beyond it, a place where he stopped. "This -must- be the famed Dinosaur Hill," he thought. Dinosaur hills, he'd seen some big ones in his time, particularly those made by Seismosaurus and Diplodocus. This one must have been deposited over time by several Seismosaurs. Near where one part had been shored up with timbers with squared sides was another sign in Mammal-o-saurian, "Do not climb the hill." "Who would want to?" Max asked himself, "hills of that variety are the unpleasant kind." So off he trotted.
In passing, he noted a small, tubular platform, topped with a worked block of granite. He shook his head....those Mammal-o-saurs were strange, never thinking of the 7 inscribed on it long enough to care.
One he went, ducking here and there along the trail as the plants grew thick, creating a canopy in some places. In passing he noted another little numbered marker, 8.
He skidded to a halt, in awe of the great, grand mass of trunks to his left. Such a massive thing, it towered even over him. But some things, like the feelings in his tummy required greater heed than the trees around him, so off he went again.
Shortly, he came upon a number of signs, which of course he could not read. But to his right, he noticed a trail going off toward another of those mammal-o-saur clearings, however, this one had smooth hardness and odd geometical angles absolutely alien to Max's dinosaur brain. He looked wildly about for some other way forward and was quite relieved to see that staying left would take him away from the odd sounds and smells of mammal-o-saur land.
A "1", then an instinctive desire to take the trail south, and a number two that marked a big rock. Okay, not so big compared to a full-grown tyrannosaur, but Max is afterall a juvenile, so he's not all that big.
Max paused, as he heard his intenstines give a huge rumble. Something twisted, squirmed and quite suddenly, the end opposite Max's mouth emitted a rather explosive sound. Max jumped as he heard a great crash behind him, and he wheeled around in surprise to see two great trees, lying broken off near the base of their trunks. Max's great, toothed mouth made a small "o" of surprise. "Did -I- do that?!" he whispered softly. With a somewhat sheepish grin, he hurried off down the trail, never stopping to notice a sign that said: "glacial boulder."
His eyes found a marker, marked 3, more because its color and texture differed so much from the surroundings. His instincts told him SW was his passage. His situation was growing a bit more urgent now, but although 9 pointed to a likely spot, he knew this was nowhere close to what he desired.
Shortly, he came upon a set of three interesting things. Though he noticed, rather in passing, a place where a mammal-o-saur might sit, and another of those markers (this one had a 10 on it), it was the great maple, the greater half of which had fallen, that intrigued Max. Beyond it water flowed, and he paused for a drink before marvelling at the tree once more.
Okay, no more marvelling, another tummy-rumble told him, and off along the water he trotted. Past more markers: 11, 12, past a great fallen trunk, where he paused. "What an odd structure this is," he thought. He was used to splashing through water whenever he wanted to cross a river or stream, but this thing spanned the water below it. Something in him made him want to cross it. Would it support his weight? It creaked menacingly as he took a couple steps on it, after which he raced across it quickly. Squeak, creak, squeak, groan, it said under his weight. Once on the other side, he thought his usual way would be better in the future. He looked around briefly and noted a rather unlucky 13. Unlucky indeed! It looked at though some Ceolophysis juvenile had used it to teethe on! Max rolled his eyes, but his intestines rumbled again.
14 passed as he was along the water again, as he passed where a number once resided, but now only a blank-topped platform. At a junction he noticed another place for a mammal-o-saur to sit. He realized that if he were to sit there, he would be facing the correct direction to go.
Oh! What was this, ferns, a whole little forest of them, and just about eye level with the young tyrannosaur, a bat cave. A bat cave? Why yes, it must be one of those mammal things. Max tooted, smiled sheepishly as the ferns turned rather brown, and hurried off yet again.
Another junction, 355° N this time. Another sign, "paint creek trail", take the trail at 345°. This is getting desparate, Max is almost at the end of his rope.
The stone in the middle of the path passed beneath his feet, but he didn't really notice it much because he was looking left and right for the perfect spot. He was sure he was close, he'd better be close! He was almost there.
Three great grey sisters, Quercus their genus, stood to right of the trail. The warty and largest nearer the trail, the middle furtherest away, and the young slender one in the middle. "What a view!" Max hopped excitedly. He stepped off the trail passing the sisters on their right sides, rather than their left, and near the end of the furthest sister's fallen branch, Max made his own hill.
Okay, that was millions of years ago, but the three sisters are still there and the deposit you're seeking is tucked in a hollow near the end of the fallen branch where Max made his deposit all those many years ago. Replace the deposit, hiding it well for others to discover.
Now, how to get there: if you're following Livernois Road, take it north to Tienken, turning east until you reach Winry. It heads south of Tienken between Rochester and Livernois, although it is closer to Rochester than to Livernois. Continue to follow Winry until you read Axford Place. Turn right and follow Axford until you reach N. Hills Circle. The lot is NW of you when you stop at the intersection of Axford Place and N. Hills Circle. The lot is open dawn to dusk, after that a permit of some kind is required, though it doesn't specify. There is no entrance fee to the park.
Notes of interest: There's a lot of poison ivy growing off the sides of the trail, so take care. Bicycles are allowed on the trails. It appears to be dog friendly, but do be sure to take a container suitable for gathering dog waste (no dog hills allowed. ;-)).
This is a letterbox/geocache hybrid. Geocachers, please stamp your logbook with the rubberstamp, but leave it for others. Letterboxers, feel free to take a trinket, but leave one in its place. Enjoy!