This is the definition of a tiny town. I feel a bit cheated that they’re already started putting up Christmas stuff at Halloween. And, as you can see, our old friend Rain has dropped back in on us. Ugh. I didn’t even try to look at the monuments (not that there were many). I just did a quick walk around and found a covered spot to take a photo. There was only one cache in town (a virtual) but it was decided to hit a traditional outside of town.
The cache was itself was pretty mundane: a camoed jar attached to a fence. However, thanks to the rain, the ditches running along that fence were filled about ankle deep with water. Parable of the Boots, indeed. But at least I was able to give it a new log, so I’ve got that going for me, which is nice. Other than this, there’s nothing of note here. We got back in the car and continued on to…
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