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It's Elementary My Dear Watson Mystery Cache

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nodirection: This cache is missing and my co-owner has alerted me the area has poison ivy. We've decided to archive it. Thanks for all who searched it out and apologies to those who tried to find it after it went missing.

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Hidden : 5/24/2005
Difficulty:
3.5 out of 5
Terrain:
1.5 out of 5

Size: Size:   regular (regular)

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Geocache Description:

This location closes at sunset.

The Coordinates Listed are Not Where You Will Find the Cache!

The listed coordinates have nothing to do with the location of the cache or the puzzle itself. They are fake listed only for the sake of being necessary to submitting the cache. Please do not go to these coordinates hoping for a clue or inspiration! There is nothing relevant there. Good luck!

At 9:47 pm, while browsing the Journal Times for the latest rummage sales, the call came in to Sherlock's Den. The Danish Kringle Recipe had been stolen from Racine's finest bakery!

The person on the other end struggled to speak, trying to tell Holmes where he could find the recipe. All he could mumble were the following letters before the line went dead:

M O Z R Z R C

F R S N L U N


Sherlock was stymied! He had never come across a case like this before. Periodically he drew on his pipe as he pondered the fate of kringle.

Can you help him solve this kringle kaper and come up with the cache? This puzzle has just one small twist!

June 5th, 2005 - We decided to add a clue in the form of a poem. This is actually only part of a poem called The Dissolution by John Donne. The poem goes:

She's dead; and all which die
To their first elements resolve;
And we were mutual elements to us,
And made of one another.
My body then doth hers involve,
And those things whereof I consist hereby
In me abundant grow, and burdenous,
And nourish not, but smother.
My fire of passion, sighs of air,
Water of tears, and earthly sad despair,
Which my materials be,
But near worn out by love's security,
She, to my loss, doth by her death repair,
And I might live long wretched so
But that my fire doth with my fuel grow.



Additional Hints (Decrypt)

Nqqvgvbany Uvag: Gur yvar jrag qrnq! Ab zber vasb!...... B.X.! B.X.! Vg'f na Nzzb pna!Nqqvgvbany nqqvgvbany uvagf: Fureybpx jnf crehfvat gur ehzzntr fnyrf ybbxvat sbe nagvdhr gva fvtaf naq gblf juvpu ur pbyyrpgf jura abg vairfgvtngvat zlfgrevbhf pvephzfgnaprf. Ur unf cenpgvpnyyl n pneoba pbcl bs bar gva gbl gung vf jbegu gubhfnaqf bs qbyynef. Bs pbhefr uvf pneoba pbcl pbfg uvz zrer craavrf.

Decryption Key

A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M
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N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z

(letter above equals below, and vice versa)