Dee Eneff & the Holy Grail:Cambridge Canine's Tail Mystery Cache

Off to another event…normally the camaraderie and fellowship was enough to lift her spirits. But today the inane “discovering” of coins and endless stories of how someone had to talk on the GPSr like a cell phone while a muggle passed by just seemed pointless. She thought her spirits would be higher after her world tour of geocaching was over. After getting her Gucci-ammo bag through customs, everything was so perfect. She had successfully conquered the caches she had set out to conquer including The Great Wall of China nano, The Mount Everest “Super Test” cache, The Middle East “Super Feast” Fast Food Fun Dash, The Jakarta Walmart-a Film Canister Hunt, The “Wanna Piranha?” Amazon Canoe cache and The “Tomb of Doom” Great Pyramid multi-cache. She lay on her bed reliving each adventure when an awful thought crossed her mind…”Are there any geo-challenges left? Have I reached the end of the line?” Gloomily, she followed the coordinates to the event (“I don’t recognize these coordinates…strange.”).

She opened the door to an inconspicuous building she had never noticed before. Walking into a dimly lit room and hearing the door close and lock behind her she thought “I’m not in Kansas anymore”.

Dee entered a room with thousands of wax-filled film canisters. Their light dimly illuminated the dozens of cammo’d robed figures that stood in formation as she walked to the center of the room. Upon closer inspection, she saw that each of them wore a Signal the Frog mask to hide their identities. Transfixed by the sight, she began to make sense of the chanting sound that slowly began to fill the room:

After each chant, the robed figures tossed what seemed to be incensed-soaked log sheets into an Ape-cache sized ammo box. Each paper caused a sudden burst of flames and colored smoke to erupt within its depths. The smell, coupled by the endless chants and dancing flames, made Dee feel slightly woozy. She realized that she was witnessing a ceremony that has probably been passed down for countless generations.

Abruptly, one of the figures walked forward and removed their mask. It was her mentor, HeadCrooner. HeadCrooner had introduced Dee to geocaching years ago and she always came to him for advice. He was not quite as active in caching anymore, so he appreciated her occasional visits when they chatted about her adventures. Today, he looked more serious, although there was still a slight smile in his demeanor. His voice echoed throughout the room, “I suspected that you would come to this point in your life eventually, I’ve never seen anyone attack geocaching quite like you…and my observations and lamentations have led me to a conclusion. But before I tell you, you need to hear a bit about my past. Many years ago I was approached by Cachus-Dei, a society that has guarded the deepest secret of geocaching. They have given me the key to the coordinates of the hiding place of the “Immaculatus GeoScopus “…the Holy Grail of Geocaching.”

An incredulous look crossed Dee Eneff’s face. “That is only a myth.” She said in disbelief.

“No, it is true….the wearer of The Immaculatus Geoscopus can instantly see through any attempt at trickery, misdirection, and camouflage to instantly see the location of any geocache.” HeadCrooner paused. “I am getting a tad old and my mind is not quite as sharp as it once was. I believe it is time that I pass the responsibility of guarding this secret to the next generation…you. But the tenants of Cachus-Dei dictate that you must show you are worthy of this responsibility by finding this treasure yourself.”

“Three cachers will each present you with a puzzle that will lead you to a cache. If you find the cache, you will find one-third of the key to the Grail. Once you find the three parts, you must decipher them to find the final part. Your travels may or may not take you into State Game Lands...remember to check if it is hunting season and to wear orange during those times.” Having said his part, HeadCrooner put his mask back on and retreated to the darkness. The chanting resumed for a moment before another hooded figured approached Dee…

Actually, it was a pair of cachers that approached. Dee noted that one of the cachers had a "40" printed upon their mask while the other had a "76". Lowering their masks revealed the smiling faces of Cambridge Canines, the scourge of York County. Their clever hides and diabolical puzzles had challenged and entertained the community for years. They were probably the hardest working cachers in the business, but they also had the most fun.

Mr. Canine chimed in first..."Hey Dee, just wanted you to know that I mailed the ammo box to the beautiful town of Freeport, Pennsylvania right near the confluence of the Allegheny River and the Kiskiminetas River. It is in a small park right under...

Mrs. Canine worriedly jumped in "Honey, I think you are mistaken...remember, we took that ammo box and shipped it cross country to the tiny town of Taylor, North Dakota. It was to be hidden near the annual horse show where they highlight horse-drawn equipment, horse-pulls, and...

A heated discussion erupted between the two of them before they retired to the darkness for a few moments. When they returned, they simply said "Sorry for the confusion, we are both right...good luck on your quest".