Working Hard? Hardly Working!

The Girls were still here for Labor Day so we decided to go for a little drive south to nearby Buda. Just as Pflugerville has effectively become north Austin, Buda is the southern equivalent (though an argument can be made for that being Kyle, but that’s neither here nor there). We decided to go after another FTF since the last one we attempted was cruelly torn from our collective grasps. Unfortunately, that attempt ended in failure as well. The CO is a fairly new cacher (less than 100 finds) and, as we noticed, had received a little criticism of his other hides from more experienced cachers. I’m not going to judge: everyone has to start somewhere. That said, we found the tree that was GZ for their new 3.0/2.5 and spent about half an hour searching. We spread out, of course, to a couple of surrounding trees, while I made a point of keeping the Girls away from all the barbed wire strings littering sections of the ground. They’re more than old enough to be safe, but why take the risk? Unfortunately, we came up with a big fat goose egg. I don’t feel too bad about it though because the CO has changed the coordinates since our attempt. No doubt one of the more local cachers will find it before we get back to it. Good thing FTFs are not one of my raisons d’etre. We then moved to another cache, this one a substantially easier 1.5/1.5, and found it in short order. The cache description noted the presence of a mural and we spent more time looking for it that I think we spent looking for the cache. It wasn’t especially impressive, but a mural is better than no mural I guess. I forgot to log it and stopped in a nearby parking lot to do my thing when I noticed we were stopped in front of a shiny new fencepost cap with a bolt sticking out the top. There was no way that it wasn’t a cache though I was suspicious because we were within sight of a cache I had gotten previously and it was definitely less than 528 feet away. Turned out that it was not, in fact, a cache. I don’t know why they needed a bolted fencepost cap on that pole, but it sure looked like a cache.

If you were expecting something along the lines of Indiana Jones or Allan Quartermain, I’m sorry to disappoint you. I went for a drive with my little girls, failed to find one cache and totally found another. Not the most exciting action ever, but it sure beat working.