This series of caches are all in sheltered bus stops. The caches are all small log only containers.
As we were looking for other caches, we would place a cache here and there along the bus routes. We wondered what would happen if you were looking for the cache when a bus stops!?!
As always, we leave you with part of the lyrics to "Bus Stop" by the Hollies
Bus stop, wet day, she's there I say,
“Please share my umbrella.”
Bus stop, bus go, she stays love grows
Under my umbrella.
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine.
That umbrella we employed it
By August she was mine.
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop.
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she bought.
All the people stared as if we were both quite insane.
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same.