I liked the Rankin County Courthouse more than the last few I had been to. It had a little more heft and gravitas to it. And, I thought, I was going to get lucky on time because there was a cache across the street! But, like back in Forest, no joy. I couldn’t quite tell what was needed and all the pine needles strewn everywhere obscured a lot of possibilities. There went any possibility of saving time. As I began to redeploy, a few sprinkles of rain began to fall. I had been keeping an eye on the weather forecasts in Mississippi for a while because there talk of rain so I wasn’t surprised, and I also added the precipitation to the list of reasons my timetable for the day was busted.
I took a one-in-a-million chance that a library Letterbox Hybrid might be available (it unsurprisingly was not) but ended up stumbling upon an ammo can placed at a tree between a church and an auto garage. I’ll take it! Inveni, inscripsi, reposui. And then I began driving again. Being the musical hack that I am, I warmed up a little Johnny and June because I was going to…
Geocaching While Black 