Recently I noticed that the location of my first find ever was archived. I became sad. Then I realized it was the freakin’ weekend and there was no reason to be sad. So I decided to put a hide back in the exact same spot. I live so close that I should be able to keep tabs on this hide. If this one is marked a DNF or maintenance needed, I should be able to handle it, even if I just had some cupcakes hot and fresh out the kitchen. I can jump in my Lexus coup or my Tahoe with 24” wheels, so no amount of snow will stop me from getting to GZ. If it was late at night and I was all tucked into bed watching Murder She Wrote, if a notification came in, I could stick my key in the ignition and dash right over to see what the rumpus was.
Special thanks to my good friend, a young man that runs by the nickname of Jay-Z for the help in geocaching, the inspiration to all good things in my life, and the mental and moral support to keep on keeping on.
Bounce, bounce, beep, beep, toot, toot…Have fun!