More rough stone and square towers. As I find myself descending towards the end of Kansas, I feel like I’m getting a lot of the courthouse types that I liked in the first place.
There was a cache in the park behind the courthouse, but I didn’t feel like looking for a nano in forty-degree weather. My fingers were chilled enough as it was and my warmth reserves, while no longer depleted, were certainly not back to the previous day’s levels quite yet. I opted for a key box in a nearby park, aptly called “Nothing special.” That was exactly what I needed: nothing special, just a cache. I was off again to the penultimate destination of…
Geocaching While Black 