560. Fairplay, Park County (CO28)

The courthouse was decidedly meh. I didn’t have a lot of time to spend dwelling on it, though. My opinion took a backseat because I was a man on a mission. It was hard enough to get through town considering that there was a free concert being given and everybody and their mother and their children seemed to be going to it, wandering in the streets and slowing me down. I had already been delayed passing over the Continental Divide and that always seems to take a lot of time no matter what state I’m doing it in. Eventually, I realized that I wouldn’t make it to the cache before the sun went down at this rate. I wanted to try to avoid that though, but sometimes Deus does not vult. Especially since there was only one cache in Park County that was truly worth it for me…

Ladies and Gentlemen (or however you identify.  I don’t mean to be gender assumptive), I give you GC18, known more colloquially as Tarryall. I went down the highway and turned into a preserve in a state park, by which point the sun was setting in earnest. I ran up one really crappy dirt road until I got to the actual town of Tarryall itself, which is really just a ghost town with a school house and a couple of other buildings. I continued as the light completely died down a nice, well paved road, much like a city street, seemingly going to nowhere. I made it to a parking area and then to the real challenge. There was a craptastic dirt path that really needed a 4×4 to navigate and I was driving a Toyota Corolla. But you know what? Any vehicle is an off-road vehicle if you take it off road. I slowly creeped up that craptastic path, feeling earth and rocks touching the undercarriage at times, avoiding horridly deep ruts, until I was about 500 feet away. I abandoned the vehicle at that point, leaving it running because a) I would be able to see the headlights in the unlikely event that I lost my way and b) who was out here in the middle of nowhere to steal it? I pressed on over a rolling hill and behold what I found, surrounded in altar-like fashion! I took the opportunity to trade a couple of trackables, my own newest one, Blankin’ Camaro (which new arrivals have said has gone missing so did it literally get lost from the first cache I put it in? Really?!?!?) for, well…

Yes, it’s a trackable. And who else was going to take it? So I took it. For those who care about such things, I brought it back to Texas, carried it around for a month or so, and then passed it on to someone at an event. But that was in the then future/now past. Once I was done there, I made my way back to the car and more quickly navigated the drive back to something resembling pavement. The parking area turned onto the nice street which led to backroads and then, in the fullness of time, highway. I knew that I would begin the long drive home the next day and would need some sleep before attempting such a journey at this point. My next destination provided all the possibilities I would need for rest, but as always I was up before the dawn as I am wont to do when I travel and began my new day before the sunrise over…

One thought on “560. Fairplay, Park County (CO28)

  1. Trackables are a bitch. A lot of times if there’s a cool “toy” attached newbies just give it to their kids, not realizing what it was. When my grandbaby quit pacifiers I put out some titled “Boo’s binky goes bye-bye” and they have all gone missing. Like would you give your kid a used pacifier or what? A bunch are missing from Mingo as well. I’ve pretty much given up on them.


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