They told me this was just a quiet cemetery named Janes Memorial, but once I got here…
things got weird.
Really weird.
I was visited by a parade of Janes—and not your average Janes, either.
First came Jane Austen, tut-tutting at my GPS grammar.
Then Jane Goodall emerged from behind a mossy headstone, calmly observing a squirrel like it was a wild chimpanzee.
Calamity Jane rode by on horseback yelling something about “GeoWoodstock XXI or bust!”
and Jane Eyre handed me a Brontëan field guide.
Just as I was questioning my sanity, Jane Fonda showed up to lead a stretch break,
followed by Jane Jetson, who hovered down in a spaceship and offered me a futuristic bison tube.
Jane Lynch cracked a joke,
Jane Seymour offered me eternal love and a hint,
and Tarzan’s Jane swung by muttering something about needing better coordinates.
And then I heard it, echoing from the trees:
🎶 Jane, you're playing a game you never can win... 🎶
Yes. Jefferson Starship Jane herself. I don’t even know if she’s real.
But she warned me that if I wanted to find the cache, I’d better respect the Janes and bring good swag.
This cache is located near Janes Memorial Cemetery, but not within it—please be respectful of the grounds
and stick to the geocaching path of honor (that’s the one that doesn’t disturb any spirits or grumpy squirrels).
Is this cache “plain Jane”?
Nope. It’s a whole dang Jane multiverse.
The cache is a 50 cal ammo can that is a veteran of past Geocache placements. The VA Hospital has kept it limping along, but the latch needs a careful hand to latch. Let me know if this fella has been infiltrated and I'll retire it. I just hated to tell the old soldier that his caching days were through.
Jane says, "a headstone fires on the cache." <Alternate lyrics to the Jane's Addiction tune>