It was a pretty ordinary cold afternoon. I had to go out and wear long pants, my brother's parker and socks (unrinsed of course). I had just placed my latest Forgotten Australia when I felt the need to relax (as if geocaching isn't relaxing enough) but that wasn't to be. I had given my little sister the boot, so I had to push my car with a group of friends and her dog, when I realised that I had cracked the whereabouts of a little know secret society. This society was formed long long ago (not in another galaxy) to hide the existence of geocaches. I realised that there was something, a something there when I saw their names. I hadn't much success of late. What caused me to crack the code was that I chanced upon the actual names of the members of this cartel, which led me to the correct whereabouts. I'm pretty chuffed, because they worked very hard to keep me out, but I was able to beat them at their own game and triumph in the end and force them all out. Mind you, they are a pretty tightknit community you know, but I reckon if you look round for them, they keep coming back, so you can find clues pretty much everywhere.
Perhaps you can outwit them too.
Their names were:
Tom Smith OAM
Jose De Salamanca III
William (Chook) Henry William
Lady Adelaide Hall
Vincent Chest Jr (not to be confused with his father Vincent Chest)
Guadalupe Victoria
Tony Rundle
Peta Free
Matthew Flinders
Bill Collins
Tom Collins
Sydney Pollack
Stephen Kings
Mabel Ann Salamanca
Barrack Obama
Good luck