It took me forever to get here. I wasn’t paying close enough attention to Google Maps when I told it to bring me here, and it attempted to take me to Nemaha County, Nebraska, instead of Nemaha County, Kansas. I didn’t even notice until I looked down at the compass, and it said I was going north. That did afford me a minute to make a note for my avid readership, but it also flustered me a little. As for the courthouse, well… They proudly sport who they are, but I’m not 100% sure I would be quite so proud if my courthouse looked like this. It’s not that it’s a bad courthouse. I thought to myself, “It was the 1960s, but … well, it’s just not good.” It turned out to be from the 1950s, the sixth in its line, and it still wasn’t good. These things happen, I understand that, and I try not to judge, but that’s just the kind of BLANK-hole that I am. Also, fun fact: before the six courthouses of Seneca, the original county seat was in nearby Old Richmond, but it was moved to Seneca because the founders of Old Richmond were pro-slavery!
I often take the opportunity to find a cache on the way to the courthouse to save some time, but in this case, I couldn’t. Luckily for me, there’s always a cemetery. In this case, a Catholic one. I wasn’t too jazzed about finding a micro in a tree after the events of the previous evening, but they’re a little easier to spot during the day, no? A bing, some bang, and a dash of boom later, I was once again descending towards my purpose, making my way to…
Geocaching While Black 