I was shocked, shocked to learn that some people disbelieved my intention to retire from hiding caches. It hurts when people doubt my veracity.
One of the reasons why I retired from hiding caches is that it became increasingly difficult for me to locate hiding spots. However, after I retired, a curious phenomenon occurred. Cache hiding spots started coming out of the woodwork. Welcome to my world. I believe that waste is a sin, and these hiding spots were going to waste. Yet, there I was, retired. I was faced with a dilemma, a quandary, a conundrum, a moral problem. I decided that, for the sake of morality, it was necessary for me to sacrifice myself, jump back unto the breach, and resume hiding caches. I would like to take this opportunity to thank my associates for taking over for me in my absence. They know who they are.
The cache is located in a wooded border strip between a strip mall parking lot and a local park. From the parking coordinates, enter through a breach in the vegetation. (This is a sort of play on the cache name.) The cache contains a log, pen, small trade items and a prize for FTF. No credit without your signature. Bring your own writing instrument anyway, in case mine is removed. Park in the nearby lot. Spoiler logs will be deleted. It's not the function of newbies to give hints. That would change the difficulty rating.