Rocks And Logs

Yesterday, while at work, I got a notification that a new cache had been published some distance from home. As fate would have it, that distance from home was just over a mile from where I was sitting. I decided to wait until the end of the day to go out to get it; I wasn’t especially concerned with getting the FTF and figured that the real FTF hounds had already committed themselves for the day. I was right. After work, I drove over to a small park with a community garden. Looking at the map, I had the feeling the cache would be in a small copse. But my eye was drawn to a large piece of karst, sitting on its own, looking to be in multiple pieces. I decided to take a look at the stone despite knowing that no hole could contain the supposedly regular-sized container. I saw a piece of cable run through one of the little holes and rolled a slab of rock to reveal a larger hole underneath. And there rested an ammo can covered with stickers and plastic jewels. Inside the ammo can were toys and games. Though I looked askance at the larger hole, showing signs of having been recently dug (a no-no under normal circumstances), it was quite the cache, enough so that I was willing to give it one of my stingily hoarded favorite points. Only one thing could have made it better: a logbook. Yes, in all the excitement of decorating and filling and cabling and locking the cache, the COs had forgotten the most important thing!

Of course, who was I to cast blame? I have forgotten to put a log in a container before placing it on a few occasions. Who among us has not had a similar brain fart? I had replacement logs, but nothing worthy of a cache of such stature. Putting a little strip of paper in a baggie to float around in the ammo can felt lacking. Luckily, I realized I had just the thing to save the day. I bought a few mini notebooks for some caches I was placing a while back. After they were put out, I had one left. I had just taken an insignificant note in it a few days before, so it was readily at hand. I went back to the car, grabbed the notebook, and returned to the cache. After a quick signature, I dropped it in, and I had my first FTF of the year. And in honor of my latest find, I’m cutting out more spare logs because that’s how I like to party, folks!