This is not the most attractive courthouse. In fact, I would rank it only a little higher than some of the least attractive ones I’ve seen. I assume it was built in the 1960s, not exactly a high-water mark for courthouse design. I’m sure it’s good enough, but ugh.
We ended up going to a neighborhood park for the cache. There were two caches in the park, so porque no los dos? The first one turned out to be a nano. Based on the hints, we thought it would be on a trash can, but it ended up being on a doggie bag station. I didn’t get a photo of it because our search managed to accomplish one of my least favorite things: draw muggle attention. Buckandi was kind enough to explain what we were doing while I continued the search. I’ll tell you: this is something I need to get over. I just naturally dislike explaining myself when I feel it isn’t necessary. I was like that before I started geocaching, and because of a couple of my early encounters, I think it’s just been getting more deeply ingrained into me. I also realize that it’s a missed opportunity to bring someone else into the fold. In a group, however, I’m more than willing to let other people do the explaining. I often feel that other people will be listened to a little better than I will. If that’s because of personal feelings of inadequacy or perceived familiarity between speaker and audience, who’s to say? Probably a little from Column A and a little from Column B. My point here (and I do have one) is that the muggles caused me to forget to photograph the cache. That’s OK, though. We’ve all seen nanos before. Buck and I popped over to the other side of the park for a Virtual at a war memorial, and I remembered to photograph that one! With a quick claim and a stop for lunch at a college burger joint, we headed back to the west, returning to the scenic wilds of Washington, soon hitting…
Geocaching While Black 