Kacie And The Legend Of Blueberry Hill

Here's another strange tale (just like Gravity Hill) that was circulating around Baltimore in the summer of 1967. Kacie loved this story and we often visited Blueberry Hill together. After Kacie died, I took Jeff to this special place and told the tale once again.

First of all, here are some quick directions. From Randallstown, go west on Liberty Rd. and cross over the reservoir. At the top of the hill, take a right on Oakland Mills Rd., go about three or four miles and take a right on Oakland Rd. Follow it until it dead ends at the water filtration plant. Next to the plant, there is a small concrete road going up the hill next to it. Take it to the top of the hill and you're there. Here you will have the most beautiful view of Liberty Lake possible. When we lived in Eldersburg, we visited here numerous times and have home movies to prove it.

Back to the story. In '67, the Baltimore Sun and the number one radio station in Baltimore, WCAO-AM 60, did stories on reports of a monster of sorts that had been seen in the vicinity of Blueberry Hill. There were several reports of farm animals that had been slaughtered by this creature. Supposedly there were caves in the hill and the monster took shelter there. WCAO actually had a reporter camp out one night on Blueberry Hill and he made live broadcasts but saw nothing. My friends and I just had to spend a night on the hill. Four of us arrived there late one summer evening and sat on the shoreline at the base of the hill. We waited and waited until it was very late and heard something coming down the side of the hill toward us. As it got closer and closer it sounded bigger and bigger. When it got within a stone's throw, we actually heard a tree fall in its path. We screamed, scattered, and ran through the woods in total darkness to the car. Like the reporter we didn't see a thing, but we sure heard something huge. Maybe it was just someone playing a prank. We'll never know. The monster stories fizzled out later that summer and never returned.

From the time that she could just barely walk until she was a teenager, Kacie and I would often walk to the top of the hill and I would share this story with her. She was always fascinated but never frightened. I plan to return to Blueberry Hill many times in the years ahead to relive my monster night, but mostly to relive my long walks up the hill with Kacie.