Cryptids

I spy with my little eye something beginning with “M” … More gnomes! I went to get a cache and the closest one was in a crevice in some karst. Poking in it and behind some rocks, I found a hidden little imp standing beside a hedden little well, and in the well was a bison. Inveni, but I was caught flat-footed. I didn’t have a pen! I realized that I had left it at home in my previous day’s dirty pants. I was prepared to just go ahead and log it (it was low D/T and I had proof of find, so I didn’t have any qualms about it) but I remembered that I had one in my car. My older daughter made me a floral pen and it was still bouncing around the interior so I made the walk back and grabbed it.

Inscripsi! May I add that I found a certain amount of irony in signing a gnomish cache with a flower pen. And finally, reposui. How these skittering little creatures with their hats and their mushrooms seem to be holding caches hostage I’ll never know, but I will always maintain a stalwart guard against them!

That said, I had had a different cryptid on my mind for a while. Last week, someone burned down Malin the Troll, an art installation created by world famous artist Thomas Dambo. I swear there are a bunch of savages in this town! The Girls and I even enjoyed the cache there (because of course there’s a cache there), which will has been disabled for a while until something is done to the site. The will to rebuild has been expressed on many fronts, but only time, energy, and funding will determine the course of her return. This is why we can’t have nice, semi-magical things.

Gnomes and trolls are all I’ve got. Get out there and go find a cache or some kind of crap like that!