I was pretty confused figuring out where to go for the courthouse. The closest nominee I could find was the combined District Courts, which may or may not have been the right building, but I couldn’t find a county judge to make that assessment. The county clerk was in a totally different building, surrounded by many other county offices and departments, so maybe it was the right place. I tried the clerk’s office and it left me cold, but I did find a plaque from its dedication in 2000 that mentioned a county administrator. I hadn’t considered that possibility so I looked for the administrator’s office. I didn’t find it, but the search led me to the old Mesa County Courthouse and, being the aesthetic trash that I am, that is the option I chose. It was a lovely piece of neoclassical architecture, but what did I know? I learned later from an old newspaper article that the courthouse that predated this one might still exist as the home of a bagel shop. That would have been a stop had I not previously sworn off bagels. I was groggy because I had just woken up. I took a nap just before I arrived and grabbed a cache.
It was an LPC, nothing special, but it was perfect for when you need something, anything, when you’re out on the road. I did what needed to be done and then got back to moving again, back on the highway headed for…
Geocaching While Black 