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DaveTrojan

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It was a very dark, rainy and moonless night that I dared to travel into the heart of the enchanted Huron National Forest. I was there to visit the site of Martin Marauder TB-26C, serial number 41-35182 that crashed on November 3rd, 1944, seventy two years ago this week. I visited the crash site to place a geo-cache box at the location to provide visitors more information. 

For something different, I wrote this poem about my visit, adapted from the Raven poem by Edgar Allan Poe. Sometimes I believe in scaring myself and this was one of those times. I was all alone in the dark and feelings raced through my mind. Here is the story. 

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The good news is that as long as you stay on top of the hill, you aren't far from your car (the headlights of which I guess provide your lighting).  The bad news, even in the daylight, based on the surrounding neighbors, you can almost hear the banjo music.  
And I'll never forget the size of that bear pooh.   Dennis
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Ghosts, bears, locals, its all in a days works for an Aviation Archaeologist...
It was headlights that illuminated the cross. it was still a long way off the beaten path. 
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