Greenblat: Well. If you look at my logs you'll notice I haven't logged anything for the last two years. Not because I gave up Geocaching but down to an incredible series of events involving this cache. It all started when I had taken a trip to visit the cache and perform maintenance. I popped the 45.52 carat diamond out from the base of the McDonalds toy and gave it a polish (surprised no-one had grabbed that one), noted that Elvis had been swapped for a blank cassette of Justin Bieber's greatest hits, and then I noticed that the Cold Fusion device had been taken with no equivalent swap! Seething with rage at the blatant breach of geocaching swag rules my hand trembled as I read the last log entry that simply said "watch out!". I swung around and didn't see anyone straight away but spotted a white Chevy Corvette parked under the bridge that hadn't been there earlier. But then I felt the hot breath on my neck, was it.....? Damn no it was a Dobermann who somehow had managed to climb the fake tree. I quickly stuffed the waterproof paper log down it's throat to distract it's attention, hurdled the electric fence, and legged it toward the bridge. Nek minit the door of the Chevy flies open and I am overwhelmed by security guards. After barely any struggle I was thrown into the boot and briefly heard the hissing of gas before passing out. When I woke up, a long time seemed to have passed and I was in some kind of industrial laboratory with people in white coats speaking a foreign language, maybe French. A man I later learned to be the chief scientist had in his hand the cold fusion device that I had knocked up a few years earlier and placed in the cache. "You must make zees device work!" he commanded. Reaching into my caching ToTT pack I whipped out a couple of fresh AAA's and put them in the box and bingo 10 Megawatts of power out the 3-pin plug to charge up the white Tesla parked in the lab in 3 seconds flat (not sure what happened to the Chevy at this point). "You must build a bigger one on an industrial scale!" they demanded. So despite my protests I have been held captive for the last few years building a large scale fusion reactor. I tried to signal my presence to the outside world by convincing them to name the project "Ice-cold Tui Export Reactor" but it lost the meaning once they abbreviated it to ITER. So now with the project pretty much complete and making headlines with limitless fusion energy on the way they finally agreed to release me. With a one-way ticket to Mangtainoka in my top pocket and a cold can in my hand I was bundled off to the airport and soon found myself standing a familiar windswept north Wairarapa location contemplating the events of the last few years. With the cache carrying the burden of the truth of the moon landings I can no longer expose the caching community to the dangerous and extended adventures that would entail so I have decided to archive the cache. Thanks to all for the hours of enjoyment reading the logs. Oh and thanks for the great swag swaps - yeah right!