While up enjoying a fall day caching in the mountains, I decided to place a cache while eating some delicious leftover pizza for lunch. So I find an OK spot just off the trail, start averaging a way point and, no pizza. It's at home in the fridge or more likely in the belly of a 7 year old by now. No worries, I settle for a mangled granola bar, a cough drop, and some frozen blueberries near GZ. It made it until I got home, and it was the best cold pizza ever.