Tucked beneath the steel bones of a passing giant, this quiet town spot hums with the energy of old rails and mountain air. The breeze carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and coal dust long settled. When the train roars overhead, it reminds you of the steel lifeline that once fed the heart of this region.
You’re searching for a small black bison tube, hidden with care and a touch of mischief. There’s no room for a pen or treasures—just enough space for a small scroll to write your name. Bring your own pen and keep your eyes sharp; sometimes the simplest hides hold the sweetest triumph.
A word to the wise: The cache lies beneath the overpass, within the picnic grounds—not near the tracks above. There’s no need to climb or stray — stay grounded, as any good mountain soul would.
Take a moment before you go. Let the rumble above remind you: even in a quiet Appalachian town, the world still rolls on, loud and proud.
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