Or - We Met at a Cache III
Albert was having a wonderful time caching in Eastern Washington .
.
(Albert - Riding the I-90 Stallions)
(Albert - Riding the Spokane River Park Wild
Stallions)
But then he got to Montana. His first cache find was at a
cemetery. Usually Albert LOVES cemeteries - but, he had no idea how
prophetic this find would be!
(Albert was bravely protecting his #1 friend . . from behind . .
while she reached for the cache!)
Poor Albert - alone in the barren wastes of Montana - surrounded
by dry grass . . and rocks . . and dead trees - - searching -
searching - - only to find NOTHING.
Except all that remained of what he is sure is the last cacher who
came looking for the elusive prize.
Albert didn't find the cache, but he brought back what he DID
find as a warning to all who think to venture East to the perils of
Montana.