Not at the posted
coords.
I was out on a small
island in the middle of the Columbia when I met a strange man. He
spoke kind of funny but I was able to make it out. It appears I
went to the wrong place to find the cache.
Here is our conversation:
“Do you know where the cache is?”
“Id ye so.” He said with a broad smile.
“Can you tell me?”
“Eight urns! Outdone Ye - Reveler Hook To.” Pointing to shore he
said, “Throng Too - Rive Toffy - Sedge Re - Eh Triter Thy - Nip To
- Horned Nude - Fervent Soy. Ad Newts - Newton Yet Wot - Ed Serge -
Teeth Wen Try - In Top - Herded Hunter - Laden Even.”
“Thank you!” I said. “See you around.”
“Bogy Do!” he replied waving to my boat as I headed away to
shore.