On the way back from Gilmer, I stopped for an extra cache. I had been given a couple of trackables that the owner requested only be placed in rural caches to move. So while I was up there in the pines, I stopped at a cache that hadn’t been logged in over a year and dropped one off. It’ll spend some time resting with only the sound of the wind through the pines and a lone pump jack to lull it to sleep.
The next morning, back in Longview, I went out to a trackable hotel on a quiet road in the front yard of a farm. As I was opening it and fiddling around with it, I heard a voice back a ways over my shoulder ask “Geocaching?” It was the farm owner and her daughter. We chatted for a bit. Her friend placed it there and every so often someone would come out to it. I dropped off a couple of trackables and picked up a few. It’s not all flying between counties. Well, not right now. If I were on my own, I would have been on the road before sunrise, flying between counties, heading south to grind out Nacogdoches and the surrounding areas (especially Center because one of my Chinese Literature trackables is waiting there). But I had a couple of little ones to get back home. After lunch we headed out, back towards the waiting arms of Austin. But on the way, we stopped in…
Geocaching While Black 