A couple of days ago I needed a cache. Just before I left work, I cracked open the map and started looking around. I noticed a nearby cache that I didn’t remember being there before. It was low D/T, exactly what I needed on a warm day when I had to get home to get some things done. I drove over and, once I arrived, read the description. It was a replacement for one the CO had placed there that had gone missing. Since the container was totally different, they decided to just archive the old one and place a new one. Once I found it, I thought for a while. I had no doubt that I must have found the old one that had been there, but I had absolutely no memory of it. I don’t always remember a container, but I usually remember a location and I was drawing a total blank on it. I’m sure that I could do the research and figure out if I found the old one and when, but does that really matter? A cache is a cache is a cache. I pulled the log out of the rubber chicken’s cloaca (according to several search engines, that is a brand new sentence), did the appropriate business, and then returned it from whence it came. I’m not normally in the habit of returning to old cache locations, but it seems to have happened more lately. I find it even more of note because new caches are dropping in South Austin like nobody’s business, but here I am going back to (usually) familiar places. I’ve been trying to pick up new caches that have been placed in the city over the last few years instead of going out to the surrounding communities for them. Gas prices have had a small part in it lately, but it’s really been less of a desire to travel around the area. I want to travel far away, not around town. And, as you can imagine, a county over has not qualified as “far away” in years. Sure, my Waxahachiad was a fun little road trip, but even that was lacking. There’s a lot of places I want to go and I’m not getting any closer to be being done with my little project. I find I’m growing tired of recycling the same old locations for finds. I have long craved for somewhere new. And, hopefully, that happens sooner rather than later.
Geocaching While Black 