824. Dover, Strafford County (NH04)

I was rolling with Krissy4884 and Godot that morning, and as the winding back roads took us off into the country, we wondered, “Where the heck are we going?” But the trees turned into houses, and the houses turned into the courthouse and other county government buildings. There’s a historic courthouse in town, but the official courthouse was moved to the edge of town and completed in 1972. I had no criticisms. I’d seen worse courthouses. It was better than Ellicott City. That was enough. Even better, the courthouse grounds were across the street from a bird sanctuary that hosted a cache.

We went walking through the fields to the copse of trees at GZ and began our search. I found something I thought was a piece of trash (a ziplock bag caught in a tree), but it turned out to be the cache. The container was inside the bag, which usually isn’t the case when the cache turns out to be a giant baggie. At least it wasn’t trash. Besides, a cache is a cache is a cache. With that, we ran into the town proper and picked up a Virtual celebrating the diversity of immigrants. Then we went to work on a Multi that led from brewery to brewery. After figuring out one of its multiple stages, we aborted the search with slightly colorful language. The redirectors claimed to be mathematical but were really just a bunch of math BLANKery that got on our nerves really quickly. I’m sure if we had a beer at each stop, it would have made much more sense. We ended up getting a different Multi, a much more compelling one involving a story of a weeping bride and her ghost that haunted a cemetery. The other car was kind enough to figure out the stages so the entire fellowship could converge on the final. Our work there done, it was time to continue on to our next frontier, one step to the ultimate goal of the day. We navigated a stupid on-ramp onto the highway and then were on the way to…