Now this is some eerie writing, krymdog. The unfamiliar language of Edward's writing, was a struggle to decipher (hey, it's a puzzle!), and the message, well, not comforting at all. One minute you're here, and the next, 'Poof!' Too bad! By contrast, Bradstreet's writings were pleasant, held our interest, and were relatively easy to read and comprehend right to the end.
Now that hide, at least for a while, seemed forged straight out of Edwards' fires, a struggle to finally extract from obscurity. It's where winter caching in a healthy covering of snow, provides a strong test of a cacher's patience and cool, as uncertainty and confusion and doubt begin to fill the air. There were a few 'beacons' near GZ, but not every GZ that the dancing GPS took us to. But the beacons were empty. And the area was filled with potential ground-level hides, and numerous obscure forms under the snow. There was a lot of poking and prodding and clearing going on, but nearly 25 minutes of searching was fruitless. "You've Got To Be Kidding Me" was the most popular phrase that can be submitted here. 
Finally, FINALLY! Back there in a spot where the snow had been excavated by one of us, the other took a good look and spied the prize, partially uncovered. The Excavator blamed the overlook on their steamed-up lenses. "YES! YES! YES!" rang out, as the container was lifted skyward! The lid was removed, and all was good inside. The log was removed, and all was good inside. The mark was made, and all was excellent inside. The container was placed up into its obvious hide spot, where all was good inside.
Unintended lesson, perhaps, learned once again. Patience. Persistence. LUCKEEEEE!
Thanks for the fine lessons, krymdog! 
