Beware the Ferrum College Kraken!
It's fair to say that my college days, in the late 1970s, found me at the
pinnacle of experimentation with anything and everything that
wasn't part of my prescribed conservative, middle-class, sometimes
overly protected upbringing. I spent the first two years of college at
Ferrum, a relatively small, Methodist-sponsored, at-the-time junior college set in
the mountains of Franklin County, VA, about 30 miles from Martinsville, my
hometown. Since I lived on campus, free of the shackles of small-town
conservatism, for me, drinking, drugs, and debauchery became the order of the
day. To this day, I wonder how the hell I survived it—and how I still managed to
do so well academically (Dean's list each semester). Still, I can't say I don't
hold onto some regret for having been a true jerk and adhering to that kind of
craptastic lifestyle. Well, it was part of the learning process, and I suppose
I'm a better person for it today.
You're laughing, aren't you?
Back then, Ferrum was an attractive campus, though perpetually in a state of
"improvement" (read disrepair). At that time, the distinctly rural
life—which could be appealing in moderation—grew old quickly, so on
weekends, I often went to Roanoke or Richmond or DC with friends to seek
more urban-based pleasures. Still, the picturesque setting, not far from
Philpott Lake, held considerable allure for me then, and even more for me
now. The campus has grown, which I suppose is an okay thing, but what
strikes me is how beautifully refurbished and well-maintained the place is
now. It's one of the prettiest campuses I've ever seen, and... there are
geocaches.
Since the weather could not have been better for geocaching, I had intended to
drive up to Smith Mountain Lake this morning to hunt a few, but as
soon as I woke up, I found that several new caches had been published at
Ferrum. Abrupt change of plans! And it couldn't been better timed because I'd
really been wanting to head back up to Ferrum for a visit.
Looky that shitty geocache!
Three new ones lurked out on the very lovely nature trail in the woods along
the campus's western border. Back in college, I'd spent a lot of time in those
woods, inevitably partaking of substances and activities that would have
landed me in a heap of trouble had I been apprehended. Still, hiking back
there brings back some very pleasant memories (at least, what I can actually
remember), and on this spring day, it really couldn't have been more pleasant
out there. I managed to sign the coveted if actually meaningless
First-to-Find space on the logsheet of all three hides, which were very
well done, courtesy of Varunner7, a very nice young lady whom friend
Scott and I had met on a caching outing to Boones Mill, VA, a couple of
months ago. Then, there was an Adventure Lab cache with five stages that led
me to some of the most distinctive locations on campus, none of which existed
when I was a student (notice the Kraken in the photo above).
Although school is in session, at the time I was there (between 9 a.m. and 11
a.m.), scarcely any students or faculty were out and about. I imagine just
about everyone was in classes at the time I was skulking about from landmark
to landmark.
After a lovely morning of it, I drove the backroads down to Bassett, VA (which
proved very slow, thanks to a lengthy train creeping along at about five miles
per hour), where I found a delicious lunch (steakburger) at the
Railway Cafe,
which I'd never visited before. I recommend it.
So, another special outing to Ferrum, and a bunch more caches under my belt.
And many thanks to Varunner7 for drawing me back there yet again.
Schoolfield Hall. Back in my college days, they used to run
"drive-in" movies out on the lawn here.
Franklin Hall, the dining hall, now with far more dining options
than back in my day
Riddick, Chapman, and Susannah Wesley Halls. I
lived in Riddick as a freshman, in Chapman as a sophomore, and got
kicked out of Susannah Wesley, the girls' dorm, semi-frequently
throughout my career at the college.
All that remains of The House Restaurant, where I often found
relief from the school's near-deadly cafeteria fare. Far less remains
here than on one of my last trips up this way("Water Under the Bridge," Saturday, June 1, 2019)
