Dedicated to Shel Traditional Cache

 I hid this cache in reverence to my favorite childhood author. I saw this location and knew it was the perfect place. I wanted to hide this in order share my love of reading with all the kid-cachers out there.
I loaded this cache full of goodies for the kiddos.
This cache may not be child appropriate after dark.
Keep an eye out for bus-stop muggles.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
 

a segment of Where the Sidewalk Ends, By Shel Silverstein