It's what you all have been waiting for: a Frog Rock cache! Be careful as the approach to GZ is pretty steep. Also, there's a very wide shoulder for parking if you want to make it a park and grab, but I would recommend parking for only 10 minutes or less. Make it a little hike/jog up or down the hill instead and get some cardio in! Please re-hide cache as you found it to preserve the experience and prevent accidental discovery. BYOP.
Congratulations to GeopenguinsH on the FTF!
Read below to learn a little history about Frog Rock. (Excerpt from http://www.waynesvilledailyguide.com/article/20120919/NEWS/120918584/-1/News)
The true story of Frog Rock, also known as W.H. Croaker, actually starts with a humble man with a tattooed face, long gray hair, a passion for arts, and a love for the town he calls home. Phil Nelson of Waynesville is a man who has spent most of his life making his mark on people. He is an artist. For over 33 years, as medic in the Army, Phil has traveled the world permanently marking people with his artwork as a tattoo artist. And in 1983, he settled into the town of Waynesville, where his mother was at the time. "I lived all over Europe, South America, and the Caribbean," Nelson said. "And all my friends say 'why Missouri?' and I tell them this is the closest thing to Mayberry as it gets." Nelson, who calls himself "just an old hippie," likes the vibe of small-town Missouri. People are friendly. They stop and wave when they don't know you. The little things made him call this place his home. And in 1996, it was well-known around town that Nelson was not only an artist, he was also talented with sculpting. So one day, Sheila Debo of Waynesville came to Nelson asking him to sculpt the ugly rock formation into something worthy of Waynesville Hill. "I thought it would make for the perfect tiger head to go with the Waynesville mascot, but the people in the city had something else in mind." Nelson said. "They wanted a frog. Someone on city council or something liked frogs. And that was it, I was to sculpt a frog." And for the next nine months, Nelson spent his mornings from roughly 6:30 to 9:30 a.m. sculpting. He sculpted through the granite in all sorts of weather — through snowy mornings and through blistering heat— all free of charge. He even fell off the rock, three times.