You have no idea how much I wanted to break into a parody version of an R.E.M. song. As musical as I can be, I shall leave that to the professionals, or at least the more talented amateurs. The important bit is that several new caches dropped about a mile from my home a couple of nights ago. I have a standing thing: a new one drops within a mile and a half of home, I’m going to be the first to find it because you’re not going to drop it in my proverbial backyard and I’m not going to get it. There had been one a few days before that I had to let go because I was pet sitting an older dog who I couldn’t leave for an hour. But this time? Heck no! I decided to wait until really late so I could take care of three birds with one stone: get FTFs while other cachers are sleeping, go poking around while area residents are sleeping, and get one before and one after midnight so I would have two days covered! One was easy enough, a tin behind a thigh-high apartment sign, stuck between the stone and the electrical housing. For the record, this was in situ, and I’m not shilling for Big Altoid.
The other was a little cleverer. It was also a similar tin and on a small sheet of plastic. What you can’t see on the other side is tree bark. There was a piece of metal lodged in the tree (whether it was there before or was a result of the cache, I couldn’t say) and magnets inside the tin so that the entire thing looked like a part of the tree. I was pretty impressed, both with the cache and with myself for finding it more easily than I thought I would. I even considered giving it one of my stingily hoarded favorite points, but I didn’t. As I think back on it, I don’t know why not. I obviously still can, and I think it’s good enough to rate it, but something is holding me back. Perhaps that’s something for me to examine, but that’s for later.
I came away with two FTFs, so the winner and still reigning champion of the neighborhood (at least in my own mind) is me!