We were already so close; how could we not dip our toes into Rhode Island? Sure, I wouldn’t be getting any counties, but I would have the state, and I have a long and storied tradition to back me up on that account. There weren’t a lot of caches in the extreme northwest of Rhode Island, but we managed to find one that was both close to the border and seemingly doable at a ridiculous time of night (well, my traveling companions considered it a little ridiculous). It was only about five miles out of our way, so we took a quick eastward turn as we approached the northern border of Connecticut. Winding through the rural roads that also passed incredibly close to residences, we went about half a mile into the Ocean State to the edge of a “managed area,” something more than a mere park but less than a state or federal park. We quickly ascertained that the sign, amber in our headlights, was home to the cache.
We found a humble nano magnetically attached, waiting for our ink. With a press of our stamp, we were set. Hardly impressive, but as I have said on so many occasions, a cache is a cache is a cache. We could not fulfill my ambition of completing another state (though you all know I most certainly would have done it if I had been alone), but at least we had another souvenir. It also took a certain burden off my shoulders. Among the many challenges we had planned to pick up was one requiring getting a cache in the counties of each state capital in the Northeast, and our plans would be taking us to all of them except one, so I wanted to push for that final one once we got closer to it. Since we didn’t make it to Providence, the last capital didn’t matter. Heck, since I had to come back this way again, getting that specific challenge didn’t matter, either. We returned westward to the highway, leaving Rhode Island behind, and continued north, leaving Connecticut behind. What mattered most was that we made it to our hotel safe and sound. We got a good night’s rest and began our new day in…
Geocaching While Black 