In Sandy's town there is a mural,
Of a fellow with a legacy known to all.
Not a miner was he, but a friend he would be,
To children much younger than he.
The cache is not far,
You can park your car.
Face the wall and project 625 meters and 95 degrees .
And off you go, with GPS in tow.
In a tree sits a shelter,
For you to drop in your letter.
Just over yonder ,
Proudly stands a tribute to our city's mosaic of old.
Lots of people of different races,
Lots of people from different places,
Who left their homelands for fortunes of gold.
Depending on the season, they may be up or not.
Enjoy.