13/03/2007 By Kabutroid
I had just finished finding "Exchange District" when I realized I still had quite a bit of time to kill. Let's once again go over the options of what a geocacher can do in spare time:
- Geocache
- Goto 1.
Hence... I pulled out the GPS and checked what was close. THIS particular cache was probably the closest, so I figured "I've got time... the sun is still up-ish... and I've got a hankering to find me some hidden stuff hiding in seemingly random places!"
Although, I still have zero clue what the name of this geocache is supposed to mean. But then again, on occasion I can be kinda dense that way

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So I walked. Surprisingly, THIS time my sense of direction was actually better. That, or the luck I was having from the previous cache had rubbed off a bit on my walking, and I happened to actually make a relatively straight line from where I was to where this was hidden

. After passing by the cache by about 10 or so feet, I looked around and boggled as to where the cache could be hiding. Poked around here and there, and couldn't seem to locate anything off the top of my head. Once again had to resort to yonder Palm Pilot and check the description. The first sentence helped a bit, but then I looked at the hint. Once again being boggled, I walked around a bit. And that's when I spotted the reference.
And then it AAAAAAALL became clear that I had walked straight past it only minutes ago. Steping closer, I did a quick feel to see if my hand hit something. It did, and it felt cache-like. Which was good, because if it felt giant spider-egg-like, or weird-squishy-unidentifiable-like, I probably would have been weirded right the hell out.
I'm not fond of unexpected surprises of the above variety

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In either case... none of the above occured, but there was still people walking and driving about. Standing and leaning in such a position to look like I was waiting for someone (or so I hoped), I waited for the lights to JUST change so that everyone would theoretically be looking at the road instead of me. Also, I had positioned myself in such a way that any movement on my part should have been nicely shielded from view.
Moments later, the cache container was in hand. It was quite full though, so it got a micromail ball as it's signature chainmail. Signed me up some logbook, and clasped it shut again. Another wait-for-the-lights-to-change later, and it was secured back in place. Victorious again, I headed out, triumphant

. Don't you just love it when a plan comes together?
Note: I've been watching a lot of the A-Team lately

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Took: Nothing
Left: Logbook entry and micromail ball