Container is a camouflage lock tote. Contains ftf certificate. Rm pin etc. |
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9/20/2009 by Kabuthunk
Our last cache of the day, and our last cache of seemingly tailing Clan Lonewolf to every one of them . Well, except Caboose up in Fisher Branch, which was apparently too far North for 'em. Anyhoo... today my wife and I had planned a day-long road trip, heading way up past Chatfield, Fisher Branch, or even Dallas... way up to Red Rose where my Grandma lived. I've spent many a week during summers as a child up there, playing in the forest and whatnot. Ahh, memories . After having visited my Grandma's old place and taking in the various scenery of the area, we headed back the way we came. And how does one break up the monotony of seeing the same things going back home as they did going North? Geocache, of course!
Honestly, I'm sad to say that this was actually my very first visit TO Chatfield. I can't even count the number of times I've driven PAST it, but as a kid I don't recall us ever having stopped here. Although, looking on a map, or just having looked around when I stepped outside the car, it looks to be a fairly small town. You blink, and your past it . Far smaller than the tiny town I grew up in South of Winnipeg, anyway. Thinking the cache was somehow associated with the museum (which we didn't go into, due to a lack of time. I'll have to make a mental note to check that out next time I come up to Grandma's. Not even sure if it was open on a Sunday at about 4:30pm). However, after getting out of the car, I quickly realized it was in the opposite direction, and headed towards the coordinates.
A child of some sort was looking at me while biking on the road. If memory of being out in Red Rose is correct, he's probably wondering who these people are, and who they're here to visit. Way out in Red Rose... if there's an unfamiliar car going by, everyone in the house looks at it and tries to figure out who it's associated with. Ahh, small-town mentality... how I miss it. Not actually being associated with anyone here however, I waited for the kid to be out of sight, and began hunting for the cache. There was a fair many places it could be hiding, and I had to do a bit of looking around here and there, pondering where it could possibly be. The cache size was listed as 'Regular' however, so that at least narrowed down the number of places I figured it could be hiding. Although, after having found it, I'd have probably marked it down as a 'Small', but that's just me . I ended up getting lucky, and found it after only about a minute or so of looking. Which is probably good, since I figured that kid on the bike would probably circle around back again to see what I was up to. Strange person in town? I imagine most people would be looking at me a lot closer than a local, anyway .
So after getting the cache, I laid it on the back of the trailer that was beside there, and checked out the contents. Nothing I specifically wanted to trade for, thus I signed up the logbook and tossed in one of my signature chainmail balls. Closing it up again, I made a quick reach and replaced the cache as found. And none too soon, because when I was halfway back to the car again, I spotted the kid-on-the-bike coming by to check up on me again . He meandered off while I was getting set in the car, and with no traffic in sight (god, I love that aspect of the country... so few cars, even on the #17 highway!), I turned around and headed back out of town.
Thanks for placing the cache, and giving me an interesting trip home from Grandma's place. Loved the reminder of what small-town life is like, and it makes me yearn for my childhood again. Perhaps when I retire, I'm going to have to come back North out around these parts and find me a place to settle down .
Took: Nothing
Left: Logbook entry and chainmail ball
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