Had I stuck to the plan as originally conceived or as laid out in its final incarnation, this would have been my first county in Minnesota. As I pulled up to the Wilkin County Courthouse, I was still glad that my weakness led me to Ortonville. The courthouse was a lovely piece of Art Deco, respectable and worthy of praise, but I wouldn’t have wanted it to be my first impression of Minnesota. I can’t justify that feeling in any quantifiable way; it’s just a vibe (as they say in the parlance of our times). I also stand my previous assertion: Wahpeton won the competition. I had to pass through Breckenridge to get to somewhere I could grab a quick breakfast, photographing the courthouse on the way through. Once food and and the other needs were taken care of, I returned to Breckenridge for a cache.
Wilkin County is, strangely enough, incredibly cache poor. There are only three caches total in Wilkin County, only two of them physical. I would think that whoever plants them next door in Wahpeton would extend into all that unused real estate, but who am I to judge? I’m just incredibly spoiled to have as many caches available at home as I do. One Traditional was at the edge of the county where a major highway clips its corner and one was on the outskirts of town. You can imagine which one I chose. The cache was on a town sign, simple, magnetic, and to the point. And once I was done with that, I jumped on the Minnesota King of Trails for the second time that day (I had driven out of Ortonville on it) to head up to…
Geocaching While Black 