He emerged from under the bridge, muddy and breathless. Great job! Another FTF in the bank. This was what he came caching for. FTFs were his life’s mission. He felt as if his destiny was planned. What would they inscribe on his tomb? Born to Cache? As he walked, more slowly now, across another pasture, he felt increasingly short of breath. Nothing serious – don’t panic. As he climbed the final stile, he was confronted with a curious vista. A bridge over nothing in particular – but over to his left, gleaming in the early evening sunshine, silvery steps led his gaze up and up. Did they lead him to his doom? Or was it a stairway to cachers’ heaven…?
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