Good show, Douglasville! This is how you make a modern courthouse look classic! I must admit to seeing one flaw in it though. Strangely, it looked a little fake to me. I couldn’t help but feel echoes of Courthouse Square (if only there was a cache there!). But Doc Brown won’t be hooking up a lighting rod there, I think. It was also home to one of the few functional eternal flames I’ve seen to date. It concerned me that it was so close to some overhanging trees, but the flame probably has a low enough heat that it wouldn’t ignite a live branch. But what do I know? Am I some kind of tree person?
The town was small and seemingly quite wealthy so, based on my theories of socioeconomics and cache placement, I didn’t expect for there to be much around. The closest one was at a house that was a community art center. The sun had gone down, but in the twilight I was able to still see. I needed to find my quarry and find it fast. The coordinates were off, but the hint was enough to get me what I needed. A little iron ladybug was placed among the metal flowers in the garden out front. And by “little,” I mean about the size of my hand and quite heavy. I didn’t care about the heft of it, though. Inveni, inscripsi, reposui. And with that, I had (technically) met my goal of finishing by sunset (the last few minutes of twilight kept me from “night” caching). I got back on I-20 and headed for my room for the night, lacking dinner because all the open food places were ones I have philosophical issues with. But that was alright because after a little time to write and a hot shower, I went to bed early (6:30 EST) and was unusually well rested for a caching trip when I got up at 5:00. I ate breakfast, loaded up the car, and then was off again. I didn’t have to drive far because I was starting in my first county of the new day…
Geocaching While Black 