I wasn’t quite sure what era this one was built in. I didn’t think it was the 1930s or 1940s because it didn’t look like the WPA or some retro deco. I didn’t think it was the 1950s because it seemed to be missing a certain garishness. I didn’t think it was the 1960s or the 1970s either. I savored the architectural mystery for a bit. Later research would show that it was built in the early 1950s, but that wasn’t really important at the time. What mattered at that moment was getting a cache.
Unfortunately, there were no caches in town. I considered a popular Virtual further down the highway, but it was a little out of the way and, quite honestly, a little too religiously themed for my personal tastes. Instead, I had to go slightly out of my way in a different direction to the nearby town of Kanopolis for one near an old fort. Had I read the description more thoroughly, I would have seen it was a micro in a tree and reconsidered whether I really wanted to go for it, but I had already. With Maglite in hand, I went. It was simple enough to find, hanging from its wire. I did what I needed to do as the morning twilight began to appear, gently growing ever brighter. I was ready to roll, knowing my morning’s work was nearing completion. The back roads returned me to the highway and I drove on to…
Geocaching While Black 