According to Ebgenezer Brewer, in sixteenth-century England postal messengers galloping into an inn yard would cry “Post haste!”which gave them priority in selecting the horses available for their journey. Hall’s Chronicles of c. 1548 stated, “The Duke of Somerlande” Shakespeare used the expression in numerous plays, and despite its archaic sound and the dubious speed of present-day postal service, it remains current on both sides of the Atlantic. It is also written as one word, posthaste.
This Hybrid container was orginally engineered by my father for use on our rural property. Many, many years later and several locations later, it is now the container you are looking for. This cache hide is at the end of public access for this road and one of a series of "Cliche" caches in this area. There is a good turning circle for parking and leaving the area. Inside the container you will find a little book of information that you may like to read. The owners of this cache live nearby and welcome visitors. The coordinates of their residence is included in the little book.
AND THE FTF GOLD GOES TO Muff1. Congratulations!