[By logging GC39FYR, I have now logged all of the extant lesbubois puzzle caches, which is by no means an easy feat. I figure the best thank you is by taking what I have learned from some of the puzzles I have completed and creating a puzzle that ends in a nice little hike. Despite this puzzle having a number of elements I have learned from his puzzles, nothing was taken directly from any of them in regards to leading to any solutions.]
This cache is not at the posted coordinates.
(As a matter of fact if there are final coordinates, I would be interested in finding out what they are, as you will see below.)
I had an idea for a puzzle cache that was going to be a real slayer, all I needed was a place to put the cache so that I could build the puzzle around it. I had an ammo can that I thought would work perfectly for the cache as well.
Two days before I was to go out to check locations that could work, I had the strangest dream. As I drifted off, rather than going into some random dream, it felt as though my wakefulness had continued. I got out of bed, got dressed, put my hiking boots on, got the ammo can and headed out.
The next thing I knew, was on a trail at a spot that looked like it would work for my puzzle. I decided to go over in one direction to place the ammo can. Right as I turned, I heard a gunshot and watched as the ammo can flew from my hand in the opposite direction to hit a rock and ricochet down to a spot in some trees with some rocks by them. The impact caused the nearby rocks to fall over onto the can, covering it up.
As I was dreaming, I was not surprised by this. I turned around to see a Mexican man holstering his six-shooter. I could tell right away that heritage was important to him; he was dressed in a classic charro suit, replete with sombrero and a pair of six-shooters at his sides. His spurs made a slight clinking noise as he approached me.
“Nice shot,” I said to him.
“Desde Luego, gringo.” He replied. “I am the best marksman in the western states.”
He walked over to the location of the ammo can and unholstered his other six-shooter. He turned it on its side and looked at it while surveying the location where the can landed. I got a better look and noticed that the six-shooter had a GPSr in the handle. “Muy Bien! It landed right where I zero out.”
“Uh… I actually want to place that container over there (I pointed to the spot I had intended to place it). The spot works well for the puzzle I am putting together.” I said to him as I started over to retrieve the container.
“Lo siento, gringo. The ammo can stays there. Those coordinates are the exact spot for a puzzle I created. I do not live in this area, so I cannot publish the puzzle and cache in my name. On the other hand, you do live close enough to publish a cache whose final location will be at this spot. After you wake up you will need to get a cache published with the information I am giving you now so that any buscadoras can solve the puzzle and come here to get this cache.
“Ok,” I responded, “I am more than happy to publish this puzzle for you, what is it?”
“Así no es como irá, gringo. Your cache listing will supply the information to get to the puzzle; I will take it from there for the puzzle itself and the coordinate checker. Even though I have one hide and no finds, I am confident in my capacidad involving puzzle caches.”
I paused, knowing where this was going. I am sure I started frowning as visions of searching through logs for some elusive name started rolling through my mind. “Hold on; this sounds like one of those puzzles where the first step is finding your caching name so that your profile page can instruct any would-be finder what they need to do next. I think I will pass.”
“Para nada gringo. I hear some Frenchman does that. As you can see, I’m no Frenchman, I’m Mexican.” He paused for a moment, thinking, then continued, “I reckon you could find my caching name if you wanted to. Si! That would lead you to the puzzle; it may be tough since I have never logged anything. As I said, I have placed one cache; that is what any buscadoras would be looking for. I hid a hyperlink in the cache description that will lead them to the puzzle. Oh yes, before I forget, you will need to write these coordinates down after you wake up. North forty, forty-six point five four three, west one eleven fifty-one point three zero five.”
“Oh good. That must be the location of your cache.”
“No lo es, gringo, that is what the posted coordinates for this one will be. Those coordinates are in this area. Like I said I do not live in this area or I would just publish my puzzle and instead of this conversation you would be having your dream where you participate in the world Ping Pong Championship. Por cierto, you need to work on your backhand drive, it is costing you points… Oh yes, before I forget and you wake up, you will need to note down this address:
8757 Kempwood Dr.
Houston, TX 77080 ”
“Oh, so your cache is located in Houston.”
“Para nada, gringo. That address will provide any buscadoras with information to find my cache.”
“Okay,” I responded. “Well, your cache must have a name.”
“Desde Luego, gringo. It is the one with the description of how the spot reminds me of where I proposed to my wife, Juanita. I make a joke about how it may not have been her best decision. You will know it when you see it. As I said, the hyperlink to the puzzle is hidden in the text of the description. You’re going to wake up soon; make sure that you note down the information I gave you so that others can use it to find my puzzle and this cache.” He said as he started walking away from me.
“Hold on, if nothing else, at least give me the GC code!”
He turned around and gave me a slightly bemused look, shrugged his shoulders and said, “Ok, gringo. It is GC (beep) (beep) (beep) (beep) (beep) (beep) (beep) (beep).
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I woke up on my bed to my alarm going off. Strange, I was fully clothed and my hiking boots were on the floor beside the bed. I rushed to where I kept my containers and found that my ammo can was missing. At that point, it was safe to assume that the Mexican man in my dream had studied enough of Carlos Castaneda to go further than was discussed in his book on dreaming; not only had he entered my dream, but he also must have gotten me to go and place the ammo can somewhere.
What was stranger was the fact that what transpired with the Mexican man and the area where we were was crystal clear in my mind. So I went to my computer and typed up our conversation word for word with the other details I remembered.
Using that information, I spent a number of days looking for the cache he mentioned in the hopes I could solve his puzzle and retrieve my ammo can but had no luck. About the time I decided it was all hopeless and to leave it be, I got an envelope in the mail with no return address. All it contained was the exact amount I paid for the ammo can, in cash, and a note that said:
“Gracias for the time and ammo can, gringo! Everything is set up on my end, I hope your listing publishes soon.”
Really? He had my address yet, rather than just send a container and puzzle for me to publish, he went through all this other hassle? Some things I will never understand, I guess. At that point, I decided to just follow his instructions and publish all that you see here. Apparently, there is a puzzle to be found and a way to get to the ammo can that a Mexican man purchased from me while I slept. Hopefully, someone does find it; then I can ask them where it ended up.