I happened upon a photo of the courthouse as I was figuring out exactly where I needed to go and knew that I would not be enthused by it. Once I actually reached it, my expectations were fulfilled. I got what the were trying to do with it, attempting a throwback feel, but it was meh at best. I happened to note the seminominativity of the county for a second as I began the task of identifying a cache. Unfortunately, I forgot that, having quite a ways from the surrounding environs of St. Louis, I was entering the area of Missouri that less dense than where I had come. And by “less dense,” I mean sparse as all get out. Warrenton didn’t actually have a cache. In fact, I had passed the closest cache on the way into town. One of my least favorite things to do on the road is to go backwards, but it was to reach a rest stop, meaning there were bathrooms for my daughter and I, so that worked out.
Once I had “examined the facilities,” I took a little walk about 500 feet east to some kind of support structure for the rest stop. Among the sheds was a pine tree and inside the tree limbs was a green rubbery container. It was a bit of a challenge, strangely enough; I didn’t ever remember encountering a similar one, so it was a sit of a struggle to get it open. Nonetheless, inveni, inscripsi, reposui. And on the way back to the car, I started looking at the map of the next county. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake on the way to…
