Some might say South Roebuck Park is haunted. As you walk among
its crumbling and over-grown remnants, you may hear echos of
baseball seasons long-forgotten - the crack of a bat, home-run
cheers, parents cursing the umpire, and the chatter of little
leaguers having fun.
Many weekends of my childhood were spent here, in the outfield, in
the dugout, at the concession stand. Some of the park has been
cleared away now including the field where I hit my only home-run
(a tipped ball to the pitcher with three errors), but the memories
remain.
I hope you have as much fun finding this multi-cache as I had
reminiscing while I hid it.
Bobcats Team Photo - South Roebuck Park 1968
Scooter Bill is 4th from left, bottom row