I set coordinates into my GPS, packed up my bag with tiny trinkets to exchange with whatever booty I could find on my treasure hunt and I hit the road. All of the caches I chose were fairly close to my home. I selected four locations, all with different names created by the persons who have hidden them.
A couple of them described what I might find, a Jack of Hearts playing card, for example. This particular cache is one of 52 "hides" and each suit provides a clue to finding the next, and so on.
Some stated only the type of container that would encase the goods. Some folks have a cache with a political motivation, like the sewage plant that was opened and then closed down...a waste of tax dollars.
The caches can stand for all sorts of things.
For me, I wanted a treasure hunt: nothing more, nothing less. I was disappointed to say the least. At each of my four scheduled stops, I was met with emptiness. There were no small treasures to be found.;no traces of anyone who might have come before me. I found no prizes, jewels or whatsits.
I will not let this deter me. I will look, instead, at the caches that have recently been reported as"found" and try my luck with those. I will allow my inner pirate to venture out once more, in hopes of hitting the mother lode...or at least a small treasure trove.
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