Out of the dark night, a night darker and deeper
than his troubled soul, a tired and dispirited scratch urchin
hobbled in from the west. He knew not if he were fleeing from
something or running to something else; longer, colder, the journey
had became everything and he could only keep moving. Up ahead a dim
glow became stronger and he stopped at a brightly glowing lantern.
His eyes blinked as they adjusted to the intensity of the light and
he shuddered as his shadow circled around him. His scrawny neck
contracted, his head sucked into the depression stretched between
his bony shoulders - he shuffled his feet to ward off the pain that
had accumulated and cast a glance outwards. The wretched figure saw
more lanterns stringing away into the coal black void atop
radiating saucers of concrete light. Dragged forwards, he hesitated
at each beacon hopeful that he could draw meaning from their
persistent signals. When dawn broke, the lights were far behind
him, lost in a turbulent sea of steel complexity. In his head, he
retraced his steps and he saw new meaning in their messages - a
destination called out to him. The light was his new
guide.
You may find the beacons, still in place, at the posted
coordinates.
If you chose to follow in the footsteps of the traveller, you can
see where he went here; N51 17._ _ _ W114 01._ _ _. May your
journey be swift.
Please note: As best I can, this cache has been made snow-friendly.
Finder's cards for the first few, small garbage bags inside final
if you feel like doing some CITO afterwards.
