Sometimes you don’t but accept it anyway because it’s your only reasonable option.
Yesterday I had fancy plans (and pants to match) so I had a short window of time in which to find a cache. That’s a problem sometimes because I’ve been doing this long enough that all the low-hanging fruit is gone. Some new caches have been popping up, but not at a rate to make my everyday caching all that much easier. Believe me when I tell you that I have found a substantial percentage (70+ if you must know) of all the caches in Travis County and around half the ones in Williamson (and most of those are bound up in geoarts). Finding a quick and easy one is cancelled out by the time I have to take to find one on the map I hadn’t already gotten (which goes to a minor issue I have with Treasures, but that’s a discussion for a different day). So I had to find one before I was expected at my evening plans, leaving me an hour to get one. I pulled into a parking lot and checked the map. I managed to find one that supposedly fit the bill (one never actually knows until one gets to GZ) and set off. I could only cross my fingers and hope that the relatively new 1.0/1.0 was in fact what it claimed to be. In the part of town I was in, I had nothing left but Mysteries I couldn’t solve and Traditionals on trails that I didn’t have time for (it had been raining all day so I didn’t have the desire for them anyway). I did get lucky. GZ turned out to be an LPC behind a car wash that I had never seen before. I lifted the skirt and found a 3D printed bolt with a magnet in it. Boy was I glad for it to be there. Sure, it’s a cache like hundreds of others, but a cache is a cache is a cache.
All that said, I sure wish that cache was in a county in another state. It feels like far too long since my Georgia trip. I want to go so bad. But I’ll be glad for what I can get at the moment. At least until I can shake off the bonds of Texas for a few days to see faraway climes. Or some kind of crap like that.
Geocaching While Black 