This is absolutely the easiest cache you'll ever do:
"What is all this boring, and probing, and sounding, and scrutinizing with the microscope and dividing the surface of the building into registered square inches - what is it all but an exaggeration of the application of the one principle or set of principles of search, which are based upon the one set of notions regarding human ingenuity, to which the Prefect, in the long routine of his duty, has been accustomed? Do you not see he has taken it for granted that all men proceed to conceal a letter, - not exactly in a gimlet hole bored in a chair-leg - but, at least, in someout-of-the-way hole or corner suggested by the same tenor of thought which would urge a man to secrete a letter in a gimlet-hole bored in a chair-leg? And do you not see also, that such recherchés nooks for concealment are adapted only for ordinary occasions, and would be adopted only by ordinary intellects; for, in all cases of concealment, a disposal of the article concealed - a disposal of it in this recherché manner, - is, in the very first instance, presumable and presumed; and thus its discovery depends, not at all upon the acumen, but altogether upon the mere care, patience, and determination of the seekers; and where the case is of importance - or, what amounts to the same thing in the policial eyes, when the reward is of magnitude, - the qualities in question have never been known to fail. You will now understand what I meant in suggesting that, had the purloined letter been hidden any where within the limits of the Prefect's examination - in other words, had the principle of its concealment been comprehended within the principles of the Prefect - its discovery would have been a matter altogether beyond question. This functionary, however, has been thoroughly mystified; and the remote source of his defeat lies in the supposition that the Minister is a fool, because he has acquired renown as a poet. All fools are poets; this the Prefect feels; and he is merely guilty of a non distributio medii in thence inferring that all poets are fools....
"But this is a point, it appears, somewhat above or beneath the understanding of the Prefect. He never once thought it probable, or possible, that the Minister had deposited the letter immediately beneath the nose of the whole world, by way of best preventing any portion of that world from perceiving it."
-- Edgar Allen Poe, The Purloined Letter
If you can't find it, you're not operating your GPS correctly. Difficulty level barely above zero.
It is important that you TAKE NOTHING from this "half-virtual" cache, as the "contents" of this cache are part of a shrine created by a non-caching support group.
You may leave something. Use your judgement after you've visited the cache and have carefully observed everything about it.
To log this cache, do the following things:
- Post a picture of your GPSr or yourself with the "contents" of this cache when you log your visit here. If you don't have a camera, post encrypted three names of people you find 'hanging', but we'd like to assemble a picture gallery of this place as it changes over time, so if you can post a picture, please do so.
- Post, encrypted, what your theory is about the origins of this shrine, citing some specific objects among the cache "contents". Explain why "inside out" has a dual meaning. If you have impressions or feelings generated by this spot, please share them here.
Because by definition the pictures will be spoilers, we'd suggest you preserve your sense of discovery by NOT looking at any photographs posted prior to doing this cache. However, once you've made your own posting, you may want to browse the reflections and observations of others in previously-encrypted postings.
If any of this seems cryptic, it will become clear to you when you reach the cache.
And as always -- no tengas miedo, es un juego.