Tygress: There comes a time, the Tygress said,
To talk of many things.
Of nanos, bison tubes, and cans,
And the smiles that each one brings.
Of adventures, hide and seek,
Of happy, loud ka-chings.
But every cache knows time will come
When the trail goes cold
Muggle traffic, iffy locale,
Logs eaten up by mold
But for every cache that ends
A new arises bold!
This one is gone again. Time to just let it go and let another cache grow in its place.
So long and thanks for all the smilies.