So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars’ll be out, and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Let the settling dusk blanket you during your search, because here, alongside the thundering asphalt you either go big or go home! Sign the LogBook and you are the star of the evening. If being exposed in a highly visible and high traffic area makes you feel uncomfortable, then this may not be the right geocache for you!
There is tradeable swag in the container, both from me and others. If you want to take something, you must leave something of equal or greater value. I have also put FREE souvenir postcards in the cache container, these are free for the taking, but please, just one per finder! I would appreciate it if you would let me know when the postcards are nearly depleted, so I can add more. Thanks!
Please do not post spoilers (written or photographic) in your online logs, nor allow your photographs of the cache to be publicly displayed at local geocaching events, as this lessens the experience for those who come after you. I politely ask that you rehide the container exactly as you found it.
