It has been a few weeks since I’ve been out on my big adventure and I’ve been in a bit of a slump. Not trouble finding caches, I mean. It’s just that they’ve been mostly mundane, every day caches. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. A cache is a cache as far as I’m concerned. Each cache, even a zombie, is a little bit of magic and adventure. That being said, magic 600 miles has a little more allure than magic around the corner, no?
Well, not entirely. There’s a little bit of fun to be had here. Surprises in strange places. That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? There is wonder all about. In a wall you’ve never though twice about, in a park you’ve never heard of, in neighborhoods you’ve never passed through, and places you’ve known of old. For instance, this one is in a stone wall near a gentleman’s club. Hardly the most wholesome place, but it is there to be found.
This one was in a different wall near a spillway. With the recent rains we’d been having, the water was rushing, making a splendid little rapid and waterfall next to a little urban greenspace. As a added bonus, my daughters were with me so they left their marks in the log, too.
This is from a series of honey bear caches in South Austin. I think this the third of these I’ve found, at least one of which has been mentioned previously. It’s revenge for a previous DNF here. It’s also the cutest guard rail I’ve seen in quite a while.
They’re everywhere. They’re not always exciting and not always special, but each one is a bit of magic. Even when it’s an annoying micro in a tree, it’s a special bit for enchantment for each of us. And for that, we should be and ought to be glad. So I’m thankful for these doldrums. Other caches will be exciting, but these are the ones that keep us going.
Geocaching While Black 