Cache in the Mississippi River
About 2:30pm last week, Dan-oh hid a cache in the Mississippi
River. Team Taskmaster had been cruising around the same time when
Flagman shouted, “There you are!” We were shocked. “I heard,” he
said in a kind of secretive tone, “that according to
TucsonThompsen, Dan-oh has hidden a cache in the Mississippi
River.” “We are in so much luck,” I whispered to my brothers.
“It’s a first-to-find cache, so let’s hurry!” Flagman exclaimed.
In a song that my little brother likes, he told Flagman to take the
road ahead that goes downward and we took the higher road. “You
take the low road, I take the high road, I’ll get to Scotland
before ye’,” he sang out as loud as possible. “Most likely, ‘I’ll
get to the cache before ye’ right?,” I asked him. He didn’t
answer.
Hours passed, and we still weren’t very close. According to the
GPSr, we were nearly 17mi. away from the Mississippi River. “Oh my
gosh,” I gasped, “We’ll never make it in one day just on foot!”
Then out of luck, the ‘King of the Taskmasters’, spotted a yellow
vehicle. As it drew nearer, we noticed it was a cab. “Taxi, taxi!”
he shouted while flailing his arms rapidly to try and flag him
down. Then it drove up on the curb and we jumped in.
We told him where we were to be driven, and he drove use pretty
close. “Thank you very much, sir,” we all said politely. “Let’s see
here,” my older brother mumbled, “2 1/2 mi. away from the river.”
We followed him until my brothers and I were tired of walking.
“Want to race?” I asked them. “Sure. Why not?”
On the countdown by my mom, we raced and raced until we saw
something strange, a puddle. We kept running until ‘SPLASH!’ My
brothers jumped into wide, gently flowing muddy waters. “The
river!” I exclaimed. “The GPSr says that we are 15 ft away from the
cache!”
As my brothers and I took a swim and got very dirty, I bumped
into something hard that felt like plastic. I picked it up not
knowing that I was to come upon a plastic fish. Well, it wasn’t any
fish. It was the cache. I told my mom, and she opened its mouth.
Sure enough there was a log, some fishing line, a lure, and a bunch
of stuff that goes with the ‘fish’ theme. I put it back and watched
it swim in circles. “Whoa! What a neat cache, Dan-oh,” I whispered
to my self.