Seeing the Pierce County Courthouse, Stanton County still fresh on my mind, I started to get that maybe … this … was a style of the time around here. Maybe if a county “updated” its courthouse, neighboring counties might feel the need to follow suit and all end up with buildings I find suboptimal. But I was trying to remain positive, so I tried to stop dwelling on it.
There were several cache options in town. The first I attempted was a DNF. I didn’t feel too bad though; the hint made absolutely no sense, and it had been quite a while since it was last found. The second one was an unexpected DNF. I took a walk on a park trail, something usually when I’m on the road but useful after all the time sitting and driving and managed to not find a regular inside the densest, fattest, pokiest tree between the Rockies and the Appalachians. Between the tree and the rain, I was ready to call the search after five minutes, but gave it a bit more because I’m a hardcore cacher, right? I really gave up when what I thought was some kind of locking cord on the tree turned out to be the cut wire from a pair of earphones. My third nearby option involved a cache at the Pierce Police Department. That was the last thing I needed, to be doing suspicious stuff near the city cop shop. I would have to turn my eye outside of town.
Luckily, there’s always a cemetery. I went to a Catholic cemetery outside of town. I was a little annoyed that I would have to leave town for it, but then I remembered that, with a town the size of Pierce, that only meant five or six miles. Once I got to an appropriately non-sacrilegious spot within, I found a key holder. That was good enough. Besides, I had spent too much time in Pierce, so I needed to hurry up and get along to…
Geocaching While Black 