GZ (Ground Zero, the area of the exact co-ordinates), gets very very wet during the winter. Bring gumboots.
They say that a geocache should be about the place, not about the container.
One of my other geocaches, The Troll (GCAWPYT) is hidden nearby at the Boland Dam Park, where dogs are allowed to run off the lead. This is the Botterblom Nature Reserve, and it shows what Boland Dam Park used to be like before the dogs and their owners were allowed to do as they please. Many birds make their home in this tranquill sliver of nature. The island offers a safe haven for cormorants and darters, hadeda ibises roost in the trees, red bishops and weavers make their nests in the reeds, red-knobbed coots and Egyptian geese raise their young in the dam, Cattle Egrets prowl around in the grass, and yellow-billed kites, swallows and swifts swoop overhead in the summer. I've also seen some animals here: lizards, fieldmice, frogs, and surprisingly large fish.The bushes explode in colour in springtime. The nature reserve continues on over Botterblom St in between Villa Classica and Vierlanden Villas.
Now compare that to the wasteland that is the Boland Dog Dam Park. Smart move.
[Originally, this cache was to be hidden at the bluegum tree and named "Treehuggers", but there were issues with that placement. However, you are welcome to walk to the tree. Here is the original description about the tree.]
Walk along the paths (which can get very waterlogged in winter), until you walk past a beautiful rocky dam. Cross the rock bridge and don't spook the red-knobbed coots and Egyptian geese. Turn left to another path and walk until you almost get to the fence at the road. At the lamppost, take a right on the path and head towards a towering bluegum tree. When I was young, there used to be a rope ladder to get to the lowest boughs, but it has disintegrated over time.
The initials of lovers are carved into its massive trunk. When I see graffiti, I always think to myself, "Yes, they are defacing this poor tree, but why did they do it? Who are they? Are they still together? Do they still talk?" They are just like you and me, trying to make a permanent mark in an impermanent world. Once you live a little, you realise that nothing lasts forever. One day, this tree will die and fall and rot. One day, the buildings will collapse and the spraypaint will be illegible. One day, Stonehenge will creep its way to the edge of the continental plate and melt in the mantle.