Not sure of who got the weather folk upset, Max braves another
cache hunt in the cold and windy crossfire of an early winter. It
seems his memories of heat evade him and his exposed ears. They
seem to be sticking out like chill antennas with astonishing
reception.
STEALTH! STEALTH! STEALTH! Those were the first few lines from
the cache page. Max was like chill out dude, geocachers are like
ninjas. Ghosts in broad daylight. You don't even know we're here
until you feel the breeze from our departure, then we leave you
wondering if we were here at all! The only evidence of our
existence is a signature on the cache log.
A Travel Bug No-Tell Motel. That was enough to get Max out of
bed. He has done a bit of search about travel bug hotels and has
learned that they are normally ammo cans, but not this one. It is a
large camouflaged converted peanut butter jar. Amazed, Max loves
these "converted" containers. He wonders if their main purpose was
primarily for geocaching and secondarily for what was originally
inside. All things considered, their geo-purpose far out lasts
their non geo-purpose.
There a few travelers held up at the motel and Max would like to
get acquainted with a couple. Maybe move them along to where they
need to go or closer. He only hopes that someone has not stolen
them or doesn’t tell where they are. He has heard that
travelers go missing all the time and swears he would take good
care of those he retrieves.
Like a puppy in a new park, Max takes in all the scents that he
almost forgot what he was here for, the smiley. He looked here and
there and everywhere just to find it rather quickly. Oh Boy number
5!!! Soon he will need to go to counseling for this new addiction
or maybe even an event. Because, then he might get lucky and win a
container as cool as this one which the cache owner won at the
"Just Because" event in Arlington. Max vows to go back to
geocaching.com and look up the events in the area. He will not get
addicted, he tells himself.