A couple of days ago, I went for a solved Mystery cache but couldn’t find it. It was sad losing time searching like that, but it was no huge deal. I merely went up the highway to a different solved Mystery. I was a little worried about that one since the last person to attempt it was a cacher I knew, and she didn’t find it, but I assumed she miscalculated something because I found it just fine. It was an LPC outside a restaurant that I’ve visited a few times for Events. The log was totally wet and moldy; I put ink on it but couldn’t write without tearing it. Almost as quickly, I was back in the car logging it and then on the way home to write and edit. All of this is mundane and below the normal level of mention except for one very important detail: I was finally able to comfortably wear a cardigan in the afternoon in Austin!
After the horrors and deceits of the seasons of Texas, especially the later segments known as Hell’s Front Porch, False Fall, and Second Summer (though there are really only two seasons here: Summer and Not-Summer), it is finally Actual Fall! Oh, happy day! Callooh! Callay! The Spear of Apollo has been returned to its sheath, possibly retired for the next few months. It’s cool and dry, though beginning to get wet, which is good for different reasons. I foresee a return to comfortable caching once again! Oh, how I’ve missed it! Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all wine and roses. The time change has made the day end almost as soon as I get off work, which is inconvenient when paired with substantially shorter days. And once it’s Actual Winter, we could have anything from warm drinks and staying near the warm car to phenomenal breakdowns of power transmission, caused by ice, institutional greed, and infrastructure neglect. And, of course, any travel should be restricted to east or west. There’s not much south from here (I’m not ready to cache interior Mexico quite yet), and I assume that anything north of Dallas is quickly turning into an arctic nightmare of snow and hypothermia (a light snow flurry in Arizona had me white-knuckling all the way to the Grand Canyon). But at least for the next few months, caching around here can be a pleasant experience. I’ll take it!
All that said, anyone got a place in South Dakota where I can hole up from May to October?
Geocaching While Black 
I read that as “arctic nightmare of snow and hypochondria” lol. I guess it sort of is when you haven’t experienced a real New England winter. Our second winter here ended up being the 4th snowiest on record. There were snow banks as high as the roof of my minivan along the road.
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My first trip to Boston was over twenty years ago. It was also the first time I had ever seen snow that sat in place for over two days.
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