I’ve spent many years and lots of late evenings here coaching my son Hunter and his baseball teams. He started when he was about 5 years old and continued to play until he was around 12. I can’t remember if he got tired of playing or I got tired of coaching…OR BOTH. We made lots of memories here though. I saw him laugh, cry, celebrate, strike out, get hit in the face with baseballs, break a finger, strike batters out, hit home runs, win trophies, make good and bad plays, make tons of friends, and best of all, I got to make a lot of memories with him. Now that he is 16 and I’m….well, my age doesn’t matter, I dedicate this one to him. I’m extremely lucky to have such a good kid. A sharpie is needed to log the cache. No need to add a date. Initials are enough to save room. Good Luck!