Original Hunter Creek's Cache ..... the First cache for me to have ever found and now, I plant one and have had two Atmospheric River events. (Pics in photos from a month apart of storms. https://coord.info/GC106KH was the original )
There’s a quiet corner of Hunter Creek where the wind never seems to stay still. Travelers pull in for a moment’s rest, but the forest nearby has been here far longer than any road, table, or highway. If you linger just long enough, you may hear it—the low sigh of branches swaying above the rest area… or something else entirely.
Hunter Creek has always carried stories. Some speak of the old rail line and the wreck that once shook the valley. Others talk about strange winter nights when the bridge ices over before the air grows cold, as if the land remembers something the rest of us don’t. And tucked beside all this history sits a patch of tall pines that seem to guard their own small secrets.
Your journey leads you into this quiet stand of trees. A cracked, timeworn picnic table marks the entrance—one bench missing, the other broken, as though it simply gave up long ago. Beyond it, the forest grows still and watchful. This is where the pines whisper the loudest… especially to those listening for hidden things.
Somewhere at the base of one of these sentinels lies what you seek. It’s well disguised—nature often hides its secrets in plain sight—and only the observant will notice what doesn’t quite belong. The cache blends with the forest floor, waiting patiently for someone with a careful eye and a bit of curiosity.
Take your time. Breathe in the stillness. Let the pines guide you.
Will you hear the whisper?