“Twas the 25 Days of Christmas Caching in Anchorage Alaska
When all through the town not a cacher was searching, not even a Cavyguy. The ammo cans were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that an email from Greatland Reviewer soon would be there. The cachers were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of nanos danced in their heads; and 3/8ths in her kerchief and 5/8th in his cap, had just settled their brains for a long winter nap; When out of my phone arouse such a clatter, I sprung from my bed to check what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon, on the breast of the new fallen snow, covering the track of the hider below, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature Nitro-CACHER and eight tiny caching companions, with a little old driver to lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Greatland Reviewer. More rapid then eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name: “ Now, Kona! Now, Tank! Now, Smokey and Victor! On, Corky! On, Aero! On Sugar and Ra! To the top of the hill, to the top of the tree now, dash away! Dash away! Dash away all! As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, so up to the treetop, they coursers they flew, with the Nitro-CACHER full of bison’s and Greatland Reviewer, too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the path the prancing and running of each little paw. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, down the trail Greatland Reviewer came with a bound. He was dressed all in ski gear from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with leaves and twigs, a bundle of decon kits he had flung on his back, and he looked like a cacher just opening his pack. His eyes-how they tinkled! His dimples-how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the scruff on his chin was as white as the snow. The top of a nano he held tight in his teeth, and the log it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a round little belly that shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old cacher, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, filling all the ammo cans; then turning with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the trail he went. He leapt into the Nitro –CACHER, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Caching to all, and to all a Good Find!
This series should make for a fun month of new caches place around the Anchorage area, this has been a team every by KR-AK; DR-AK; AW-AK; FTL-AK, Abosco13 and Ham Hunter. We hope that you enjoy the series and that you take the time to find each one.
