Flip Dizzy "It's the colors man" Mystery Cache
Hidden : 3/16/2008
Difficulty:
4 out of 5
Terrain:
2.5 out of 5

Size: Size: other (other)

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Geocache Description:


It was a wonderful spring afternoon. I had been driving about Bartlett with the windows down enjoying the afternoon air as I took care of a variety of errands. Traffic had been surprisingly light, so I found that I had a bit of extra time before I needed to head home. Not being one who would pass up such an opportunity, I decided to swing by a favorite eatery of mine and grab a slice. They had outside tables and I couldn’t think of a nicer way to waste/enjoy some time. Walking to the entrance from parking, one passes very close to the outside seating area. That is when I saw him. At first I didn’t recognize him and just saw a man sitting hunched over with his head in his hands, pizza bone on a paper plate in front of him. It looked like he had had a stuffed slice. I was about to walk on by when he started rocking back and forth and muttering to himself. That is when I recognized him. Fool that I was, I sat down and asked him what was wrong. He didn’t look at me, matter of fact; he didn’t even acknowledge that I existed. His voice did grow a bit louder though and his mutterings became audible, if not understandable.

It was bright, so bright. All I wanted was a cup of joe. That’s all I wanted. Why did they have to go and serve it in a red mug? Why, oh why? Then they asked did I want lemon in my coffee. Lemon doesn’t go in coffee. It goes in tea. After all this, I was wondering if I was on the right side of the tracks. I thought I was. I had followed Chris and Cindy here, but then again maybe I wasn’t. Was I in the middle of east Memphis? I couldn’t be, not with that smell of cinnamon.

The flags man, the flags. Why were there seven of them? Why? I asked. Nobody knew. They were pink and they were blue and there was the same number of each colour. Why? I asked. Nobody knew. The colors man, the colors. I saw this geek there. I asked her had she seen the light? She said yeah, she had seen the light and it was gold. And orange.

Then she asked me if I had ever been to John Gray’s house. I hadn’t and I told her so. She said I should go when the sky turned eggplant and tangerine and then I might have a chance encounter with a blue rhino. Eggplant and tangerine? Was she talking about colors or food? I asked her. She didn’t answer. Probably because she gone back north to work or something.

Food sounded good and I was hungry so I walked on over to this phone booth to call and order a pizza. I was about to go in when Superman walked out. Yeah man! Superman! He had just changed. Made his transition if you will. I knew it was him because his cape was red. But then I saw it was lined with lavender and it wasn’t him. It wasn’t Superman. I was bummed. And hungry.

Since there was a fake Superman in the phone booth I forgot about getting pizza. The Green brook market was close so I went in. They had bananas. I like bananas, almost as much as I like jellybeans. I like jellybeans. I mean I love jellybeans! They didn’t have no jellybeans so I had to get some bananas. It was okay though, because I like bananas. They were weird bananas because they were white not yellow. I turned to Peter Baskind, he owns a caboose, and asked him if that was weird. He said no worries. Just be glad they are brown not green. I said brown? Green? They aren’t either. They are white. Why is everybody crazy but me?

It was then he stopped rocking back and forth and seemed to notice me for the first time. His head turned slowly towards me and when he was looking me full in the eyes he said

It's the colors man!

I must confess that I was freaked out a little. Okay, a lot. I stood up so quickly I knocked over my chair and didn’t stop to right it before I fled to my automobile. I was halfway home before I managed to calm my emotions enough to realize that he hadn’t done anything to harm me. Heck, he hadn’t even threatened me. All he had done was ramble on for a while and then tell me it was the colors. I turned the car around and headed back to the restaurant. I felt guilty for the way I had acted. The fellow was odd, sure enough, but so far as my encounters with him had proven him harmless. I wanted to apologize. Of course when I got back he wasn’t there.

I don’t think he is dangerous. Worrisome perhaps, but not dangerous. As with the previous two encounters I am posting an account here. Perhaps someone can make sense of his nonsensical ramblings and post a reply.

All right, now for the nitty gritty. You will be looking for a camouflaged cylindrical lock and lock container. The terrain for this cache shouldn’t be as severe as the previous two hides in this series. Then again, if you choose poorly in your approach it very well might be. There is no prohibition about hunting this cache after dark. Though I would suppose that hunting by flashlight would increase both the difficulty and the terrain. Your choice. As always please rehide the container as well or better. Thanks for playing and good luck.

Early hunters have experienced the same difficulty as I did in getting a good solid, consistent, GPS signal. When I hid the cache I had to average 550 readings to get a set of coords that I was happy with. At this point the accuracy was showing as ten foot. Because of this difficulty I am bumping the difficulty up half a star. Also I am adding a hint. While the hint isn't a complete spoiler it should help.
Placed by a member of GOWT

Additional Hints (Decrypt)

[puzzle]Vg vf va gur pbybef [container hint one]Frnepu gur ovt snyyra gerr [container hint two]Jurer ubevmbagny zrrgf iregvpny

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)


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