A little different, but I like it, even if it is tiny. There was also a bit more activity about than I had expected. About a block over there was some kind of street faire/farmer’s market going on so there was more foot and car traffic that what I would assume to be normal. It strikes me as a small enough town that Saturdays must be pretty sedate, unlike the frivolity I saw. The nearest cache was in the middle of all that so that was a nope.
I went the opposite direction and arrived at the Delta County Museum. Stuck in the wall, between wood and cement (and a small patch of spiders) was a match holder with a log. This cache represented passing the Project’s 70% mark. If you had told me a year ago that I would have gotten this far, I’m not sure I would believed you, but at this point, I’m no longer climbing, I’m counting down. I signed and returned, shooing off returning spiders, then got back to rolling. The great thing about small counties is that you’re in the next one quickly. Thirty minutes later I was pulling into…
