Friday, I decided to take on another cache that was close to home and cluttering up my map. One had been in my neighborhood for about six months and I just hadn’t done anything about it. Well, it was time. The only other finder had mentioned that he had some trouble making his way to it but discovered that if he had taken a different route, he could have parked almost next to it. I took him at his word and yet did nothing different than he had. I parked near some drainage infrastructure and began my short walk. The cache was only a few hundred feet away, but I was trying to figure out how to go around high brush and scrub to get to it. I lucked into a well worn path through the rough, no doubt blazed by the unhoused and homeless who had left signs of their presence all about. I felt bad for them, but I accepted my own luck. Once I got though, I found myself on the back side of an office park lot. Indeed, had I taken a different road in, I could have parked beside GZ at the foot of a great retaining wall. I went up the backside of the wall along a fence at the top and there the cache was, sitting out on the ground in the open. I couldn’t imagine that it had been placed that way, but it had survived that way since the last time it was found six months before so I guess it didn’t need my opinions. Inveni, inscripsi, reposui.
Saturday, I attended an Event. It was a dinner before a a juggling festival performance (because welcome to Austin). I don’t know how many folks ended up going to the the performance because I had a second event to attend after dinner of the non-caching variety, but we had familiar faces at the table, lesser seen faces, and a surprising (to me because I rarely look at attendee lists) couple of new faces in the form of cachers visiting from North Carolina! Tex-Mex was had by all. As a sidenote that nothing to do with this specific Event, I remember getting a message from a reader who asked why it was that something called “Geocaching While Black” had so many pictures of white people. He had a point. But there is a reason: it’s because I, the Black cacher, am the one taking the photo. I photograph whoever attends and there’s only so much I can do about that.
Sunday found me a little farther afield than I would normally go. I had to go down to Cuero for my least favorite reason: a funeral. It was for the mother of a old friend of mine and occasional cacher with whom I have gotten several counties. In fact, after The Incident, I came with her to pick up a few counties in the area. The service was nice and the camaraderie was better even though I only knew a few people there. When I left, I took the opportunity to pick up a quick LPC on the way out of town.
That’s it. Nothing exciting. Time to return to last minute planning and organizing. There’s only three weeks until the big show and I sure don’t want to disappoint!
Geocaching While Black 