**WE HAVE RECEIVED THE TB HOTELS OF AMERICA 5 BUG AWARD OF DISTINCTION**
This was Ditto's home, and then successive geo-dog, Juniper. Now geo-dog Shayna helps keep watch for visiting cachers for her geo-partner, Dittosmom. You may step off of the sidewalk and into the yard, try not step on any of the plants but during parts of the year, this might be difficult (just step around them). IT IS NOT ACCESSIBLE FROM THE DRIVEWAY ON THE LEFT. If new geodog, Shayna, is home, she will no doubt come to the front window to say Hello and "Woof!". She may even invite you in for a cup of coffee or a glass of wine (depending on the time of day, of course)
We are a short, pleasant walk through the University campus from Downtown San Jose. There's even some nice caching to do along the way....so come visit us and help a traveler move along!
Parking is restricted (Sept. 1 - May 30) at the cache on weekdays, but you can safely stop there for the few minutes it will take you. Or park in the driveway to the right of the house.
FTF honors shared by SweetPea, Oaknest and CarlottaP.
SO impressed was I, by this log posted in the aftermath of the nearby Block Party, Cachin' The Bay, that I asked the logger, CoyoteCharlie, permission to repost it here for all to enjoy:
"Give ear, O wanderers of the wide world and followers of hidden runes,
for I shall tell of the cache found at day’s end—when the banners of the great gathering had been lowered, and the voices of the host faded like embers on the wind.
The sun hung low, casting long shadows upon the path, and the revel had passed into memory. We had laughed, traded tales and tokens, and walked beside many kindred spirits. Our hearts were full, our feet weary, and the call of hearth and hall tugged softly at our backs.
But the quest had not yet ended.
As we wound our way from the glade, passing through quiet lanes where children played and blossoms leaned from stone walls, one final mark appeared upon our map—a cache yet unfound, nestled not in wild wood nor windswept field, but in the still heart of a village. It called to us like a final stanza in a half-sung song.
We turned our course and followed the signs. The dwellings stood proud and silent, guardians of the lane, and the wind carried no sound but the soft hush of evening. It was here, among hedge and fence, that we searched—watchful still, though the day had grown long.
And then—we found it.
A marvelous hiding, clever beyond telling. The sort that makes the breath catch and the spirit soar, when at first all seems plain, and then, suddenly, the magic reveals itself. We laughed aloud in triumph, the joy as fresh as at the first find of dawn. My son reached forth, his fingers sure, and together we opened the vessel and made our final mark upon the scroll.
This cache was no afterthought—it was a jewel at the end of the crown, a gift from the road itself. In that quiet place, away from the hall and the revelers, we were granted one last memory, bright and sharp, to carry home.
So ends the tale of the day—not with silence, but with laughter in a peaceful lane and the joy of one last discovery. Let it be known: the final cache of the journey was found in the waning light, and it shone as brightly as the first.
And thus did father and son return to their northern hall,
bearing stories, smiles, and the fire that only the hidden can kindle."