I am not very good at numbers runs. Perhaps it is because I am
not very good with numbers. Honestly, it can be a little
embarrassing at times. Just the other day, my wife sent me to a
location near the posted coordinates with a number of things to be
cleaned. I mixed up a significant amount of them and could not
remember the multitude of instructions she gave me. Perhaps I
accidentally dropped them in the mailbox when I was sending off my
bills? I am just hoping nothing gets shrunk this time and that I
didn’t send my wife’s cleaners instructions to the gas
company again.
Afterwards she asked me to go straighten out the mess I had
created at waypoint two. Actually, I had to go to both
establishments there. It seems the last time I was here I gave the
people who handle the lending of words my numbers and the people
who handle my numbers the words I had borrowed. I must have put
H.A. Rey on deposit and tried to use my ATM card to borrow
Dumas père or something. I am telling you, this is bad. My wife
says I have a disability.
Once I straightened out the mess above, I was off to waypoint
three where my wife wanted me to pick up a book study for the
monthly gathering she has with a few ladies she knows. The study
was on the Book of Numbers.
I don’t really understand why they called it that anyway.
Based upon my interpretation it is more about aimless wandering
than it is about anything significantly numerical.
After picking up the study, my wife asked me to stop by the
nearby fishing beach (waypoint four) my oldest son and I sometimes
frequent. She seems to think my little racer had misplaced his
number car there the last
time we were out. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I knew
otherwise, so I stopped by to see a small gathering of kids reeling
in some whoppers. Honestly, I was a bit jealous of the size of
their catch. My son and I had been out several times already this
year and hadn’t caught a thing. I was also thinking a few of
them weren’t from the neighborhood. I wonder why they let
just anyone fish here these days?
I had just sat behind the wheel to head home when my cell phone
rang. My wife called in a fit of rage. Apparently some skater-punk
boys were picking on my sons while my family was visiting Lewis
Park (waypoint five). She said they didn’t belong there
anyway and asked if I could go over and give those kids a piece of
my mind. As if I have any to spare! I told her her she could count
on me as long as it didn’t involve any actual counting on my
part, that is.
Hints:
1. None of the coordinates for the waypoints will take you directly
to the information you are seeking, but most are in plain sight of
where the coordinates will take you.
2. Use the photos I have provided to help find what you are looking
for at each waypoint.
3. The value for “A” is found near the starting
coordinates.
You will find the cache at the following location:
N 42 B.F A E
W 088 G.C D A