It wasn’t that long ago that I was bemoaning the fact that I didn’t make it to Utah. So, imagine my surprise to be contacted by a cacher in Utah for help. There’s a multi-state Multi-cache, owned by someone local to me, that’s set in Davis County, Utah. I’m not sure they’re allowed anymore (the multi-state part, that is), but Groundspeak usually doesn’t just cancel caches that are no longer allowed. That’s the reason there are still hundreds of Webcams and thousands of old Virtuals extant. This was an older cache (the GC Code was five digits), so it was certainly grandfathered. The Utah cacher found the redirector there and needed someone to find the final stage here. I was more than happy to oblige. It would involve getting out of town because the final was in the suburbs of Kyle, TX. It had been a couple of years since I had last been to Kyle. Unfortunately, the GeoTour there was no longer, but that didn’t matter because it was long ago accomplished.
The cache, of course was well guarded. I was a little worried about parking here, though. You can’t see it through the tree, but the house flying the Gadsden Flag and a Revolutionary Era Stars and Stripes didn’t fill me with confidence. If my imagination was to run away with itself, I imagine the occupant would have accused me of stealing all the mounting bolts to sell for crack or something. Then again, small-town Texas … What should I expect? My other concern was the weather. Twenty-five hours before, I left the house for a CITO, and it was a sweltering 82 degrees. When I arrived at the CITO an hour later, it had dropped to 66 degrees, and I was caught chilly without a jacket. Once I arrived here? Thirty-two degrees. Yes, a fifty-degree temperature difference. Annoyance, thy name is weather … I parked anyway and did my thing. I inspected crevices and manipulated bolts. I looked and felt for magnets; then, in the right crevice, I found my quarry.
With it clasped safely in hand, I raced back to the car because I prefer warmth. I popped it open and put ink to paper.
I signed for myself, the other cacher, and a third cacher who had already found the one in Utah and was hoping someone might notice in Texas and sign for him. It was his lucky day. With signatures made and the cache returned to its resting place, I logged it …
… and that’s how I got a new souvenir for a new state! Now my map shows one county in Utah, a state I’ve never been to. Of course, I’m going to get there eventually, but for now, I’ll take it. I almost feel bad telling you that it was simple, not stupid.