Fun fact: there are twenty-four counties (or county equivalents) named Jackson. For me, this is number seven! As you can probably imagine, the drive to Walden was both long and stunning as all get-out. When I finally hit the town itself, nestled in snow and ice, it felt like the quaint set of some television show (yes, Cicely, Alaska, was the town that immediately came to mind). I turned into the courthouse square to find another pleasant piece of Classical Revival architecture, but I was startled to turn a corner and be greeted by the back end of a moose! It was passing through someone’s yard and didn’t see me. Part of me thought, I’ll back up and get a picture of it. The rest of me thought, What? Are you stupid? That’s a moose! You want no part of that! I’ve heard stories. I don’t need to experience any of that firsthand.
I pulled onto the main street and stopped between two Christmas-themed shops: a North Pole bakery and a Grinch-based boutique. I was led into the lot between the two and, after a quick search, found a bison tube hanging inside a short pipe. I laughed to see that the last person to sign the log was Magtfplanner! We truly live in a small world! Once I signed it myself, I drove out of town the same way I had come in, dodging prairie dogs crossing the road, this time bound for…
Geocaching While Black 