A small camo’ed spice bottle is hidden in the Merit Cemetery
near The Chaparral Trail. Watch for thorns and possible P.I.
Since all of our caches are named after songs, we leave you with
the lyrics to “The Reaper” by Blue Oyster Cult.
All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...