Welcome to the Fall Fest 2025 81 Grid Series
This series will offer a variety of DT ratings throughout Brantford and Brant County - be prepared for almost anything. They are being placed for GCAX1X1 Fall Fest 2025, but are not part of the GeoChallenge and are NOT challenge caches. Some will be park and grabs, while others will involve longer hikes or TOTTs. Please check the descriptions and attributes for each cache and do not attempt anything outside of your comfort zone. These caches are being placed to appeal to a wide variety of caching levels and abilities.
The cache IS NOT at the posted coordinates. You will need to solve a puzzle to locate the container and sign the log.
The cache is a unique 3D printed container within 3km of thew posted coordinates, with only a logbook inside. Please bring a writing instrument to sign the log, and replace as found.
The Puzzle:
For those who may have cached with (or ever met) Pasha88, you probably know I've got some pretty serious ADHD.
I swear, without lists, my life would unravel faster than a ball of yarn in a kitten convention. People say, “Oh, lists keep you organized.” No, darling, lists keep me alive. If it weren’t for writing things down, I’d forget my own head—though, let’s be honest, if it wasn’t attached, I’d probably leave it in the freezer next to the frozen peas and the car keys. (Yes, that actually happened. No, I still don’t know why.)
Classic ADHD moments? Oh, honey, I collect them. I’ve put my phone in the pantry, my wallet in the laundry basket, and once spent 20 minutes looking for the glasses that were—wait for it—on my face. My brain doesn’t run like a neat little filing cabinet; it’s more like 47 tabs open in Chrome, three frozen, one playing music I can’t find, and zero of them are the one I need. I don't have ducks to line up in a row, I have squirrels, and they're at a rave doing jello shots until 3am. Every. Single. Day.
But here’s the kicker: while lists save me, I also have a nasty habit of “keeping them safe.” You know, safe as in, “I’ll tuck this somewhere I’ll definitely remember!” Translation: I just buried it in the Bermuda Triangle of my home, never to be seen again. Then three months later, boom—random piece of paper flutters out of a book and suddenly I remember that I was supposed to buy cat food… in June. Sorry, Angel.
People without ADHD look at me sideways when I say I’ve found my water bottle in the laundry basket, or my phone in the pantry. Like, sorry Sharon, your brain is a tidy filing cabinet. Mine’s more like a junk drawer with batteries that may or may not work and one mysterious Allen wrench. That’s why lists are my jam—they trick me into believing I’ve got my act together, even if I end up needing a list of where I left my lists. They hold my chaos together—barely. And honestly? I’ll take it. Because at the end of the day, I’d rather check off boxes than discover my TV remote chilling in the freezer again.
Anyways... Bigguy14760 and I were out placing caches together, and while he was driving I was also making a packing list for the big event coming up. Multitasking is an ADHDer's dream... and somehow, I forgot to write down the coordinates of where we hid this cache. Bigguy thinks that my light might be a clue though - maybe you can decipher it?
This cache is being placed for Fall Fest 2025! by a proud member of:
