I know it’s hard to tell that the county associates itself with eagles, so the giant eagle over the doorway of the courthouse was a helpful, much needed clue. It actually wasn’t a courthouse, it was an administration building, but it had all the hallmarks of a county courthouse: the flagpoles were there, the election boxes, the county clerk’s office, the whole nine yards. If there is a county center, this was undoubtedly it. As for the building itself, I didn’t like it, and not for the reason you probably think, but for a reason you can probably surmise. It is fairly modern and I have a tendency towards older courthouse, true. But my real issues was that, much like Creede and Gunnison, it looked like a church. In fact, the entire complex looked like any number of megachurches I’ve seen over the years. If it wasn’t for the signs around the building pointing the directions to county services, that’s what I would have thought it was. But though it looked nothing like a courthouse to me, I’ve seen worse ones.
When I pulled up to GZ at a local park, I found a totem pole. I don’t see many of these when I’m out on the road, the last one being on the mean streets of Seattle if memory serves. The cache was a keybox hiding down in the supports. Quick and easy. Probably the last quick and easy of the trip. I was almost done with my travels, but I had another boss to face. Ever since Dove Creek, I’d had easy driving. It was a little winding on the way to Moab, but nothing that bad. Once I left Moab, I was on an actual interstate, flying through so many miles. Even the side trip to Meeker wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. But I knew I had a serious mountain slog for my last two counties. I steeled myself mentally for the journey (and by that I mean stupidity) about to come, ready to face mountain road bullcrap as I turned off the highway onto the road to…
Geocaching While Black 