I have to admit that I do not like coffee. I could never stand the smell of coffee brewing, or coffee grounds, or even a left-over take out cup that had coffee in it. It seems that everyone in the world enjoys this drink that I find unpalatable.
So, as I was growing up, I drank tea. I learned early on the intricate and formal process of boiling the water, warming the pot, and steeping the tea. I used to put milk and sugar in once the tea was ready, but in my early twenties I managed to kick the sugar habit. I still enjoy some milky goodness with my hot cuppa. Most mornings will find me with a steaming cup of tea with milk as I commute across the GTA or head out on another adventure.
The cache you are looking for is very tiny, representing (seemingly) the percentage of the population that, like me, prefers tea over coffee. And it is as dark as pot of Orange Pekoe left too long to steep. Parking is available at the GZ...be stealthy! And maybe bring something to extract the little log sheet.