A Remote Area of Adams County Traditional Geocache

A rural Iowa cache hidden just outside the Rose Hill Cemetery near Nevinville IA. It doesn't get much more remote than this. The cache is not inside the cemetery, but it is close enough that I ask you not hunt at night or during any ceremonies.  Respect the area and practice CITO. The container was the boy's idea, I have to give him credit. 

I was surprised to find a lengthy history of the reason for formation and settlement of the near-by town of Nevin, later named Nevinville.  Below is the first of part of Chapter one written by J. Loran Ellis 1901 . A google search will produce the entire document for you

During the middle fifties, the public interest in the question of the extension or non-extension of slavery to the Kansas country was intense.  Emigration there from the east was rushing indeed.  Rev. Edwin H. Nevin, the pastor of the Congregational (orthodox) church at Walpole, Mass., a few miles from Boston, having a desire to look in on the opening territories just beyond the Missouri river, took the occasion of his summer vacation in 1855, to visit that region.  His trip westward was by way of Cleveland, crossing the Mississippi on a steam ferry, to Burlington.  Then by mail hack he continued his journey to Afton.  From Afton he was a passenger on Wm. Lock's mail rig, that ran weekly to Adair and Lewis postoffices.  The route by way of the "Mormon trail," passed the northern limits of the later-on, Nevin lands, two miles away.  From Lewis he went on by the four-horse Concord coach line running from the Mississippi to the Missouri.  Upon getting to Nebraska, the Dr. inspected an Indian mission school at Bellevue; and then he visited the new settlements in Kansas, as well as some of the scenes of the conflicts in the territory, where the overwhelming numbers of the "free staters" finally, later on, secured the new state to freedom.

Dr. Nevin returned to his Walpole parish in due season, filled with delight and enthusiasm from his summer outing.  He was especially impressed with the native wealth of western Iowa's never-ending rolling divides, then so luxuriantly covered with waving grass in a sea of green, and dotted with flowers of every hue; all tossing their radiant greetings to him in the gentle summer breezes.  He actually imagined that all nature was saying to him, "Come and settle the land!  Come and build a city!  Come and plant a new Garden of Eden!  Come!  Come!!"