This is the third in a series (kinda) of caches, in the barest
sense of the word. THIS one's even worse than the other two.
There's nothing to see here. There aren't any other caches in the
area. So, in the geocaching sense, there's absolutely nothing here.
From a location perspective, it's even worse. This spot has been a
black hole of real estate as far back as I can remember.
Here's the funny part - you know those tents that folks will set
up every once in a while to sell t0shirts or rugs or whatever?
They're ALWAYS in the gas station, taking up the parking lot, and
never here taking up - well - nothing.
Heh..
Once again - This is a cache, in the barest sense of the word.
There's really nothing to it. Just a log. Nothing special. Just a
plain old micro. Nothing special about it at all. Not a thing. It's
barely placeable.
I'm even going to tell you where it is! Imagine that. It's on a
guardrail. Huh. No decryption necessary. We're cutting out the
middle man! That way, you old schoolers can't even justify it by
saying you decrypted it by hand.
Now, I'm not going to tell you not to log this cache. I'm not
going to "dare" you into ignoring it, or proving your worth by not
coming after it. But I am going to place it. It is after all, a
smiley. But honestly, there's a whole forest preserve a mere mile
away which offers much more suitable caches. They probably carried
gunpowder at one time. They probably even have McDonalds toys in
them!
Not this one. No gun powder. No toys. Just a log. Not even a log
really. Just lines on a piece of paper. That's it. Completely
unremarkable.
So come get it! You know you want to.
