Another French looking courthouse! Louisiana is leaking in again! On the way in, at a friend’s request, I took a shot at a famous grave, that of comedian Jerry Clower. Unfortunately, his grave was at a church and service was in full swing. I demurred since it ran afoul of arguably my biggest rule: never get involved with a church on a Sunday.
Luckily, someone was kind enough to put a cache right at the courthouse. I was a little worried since the last person to search didn’t find it, but they had very few finds so I took their assessment with a grain of salt. It turned out to be there, a nano in garish camouflage colors. It was obviously supposed to be on a metal pole at GZ, but it was no longer magnetic. I’ve seen similar cases before, but I always assumed they were defective containers. I don’t know what actually demagnetizes a magnet outside of intentional equipment or something weird like being struck by lightning or a power line. Someone placed it at the base of the pole and leafy detritus managed to cover it over, so I can see how the previous cacher may have missed it. Inveni, inscripsi, reposui. And then I mounted back up again, heading to the final county of the trip, meeting destiny in the town of…
Geocaching While Black 