Cache is a small container with a log book, some trinkets and lots of room for TBs & geocoins.
It's located in a very quiet, peaceful spot on the Credit River and a perfect place to just sit and enjoy the sound of the water flowing by.
That’s just what this old specimen at GZ has been doing for 150 or 200 years. How old do YOU think it is? It would take three people with long arms to wrap themselves entirely around the circumference of its trunk. Amazing.
Think of everything that has changed around this tree over those years. Progress?
Thinking about that question made me think of these lyrics. They also might have something do with the hide.
Once the stone
You're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining
Over your head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years