A passing peloton of motorcycles gave me a full lack-of-muffler salute as I walked up to the Weber County administrative center. Once again, I was not amused, but it needed to be done. There was a place down the street called the Old Courthouse, but based on online photos, it wasn’t. Talk about false advertising!
A quick nearby LPC was good enough for my needs. A cache is a cache is a cache. Ogden would be the furthest western extent of my travels. What really mattered now was my final decisions on route alteration. If I hit everything perfectly with no margin for error, I could stick to the original plan. That wasn’t a risk I was willing or able to take. I didn’t need to drive myself to exhaustion. I was coming back to the Salt Lake area. There were two counties I very specifically avoided for time reasons. There was no reason I couldn’t trek back to the northernmost counties on that trip. That would probably leave me time to dip into Idaho. Heck, it might even be a good stepping-off point for reaching Montana. But that was all for another day. Pointing west, I took the more southerly route and soon arrived in…
Geocaching While Black 