Flitting down the dusty country roads in this rigidly gridded farmland, alighting on telegraph wires, much as a freely rolling tire that loses momentum and twirls to a graceful flop, the ebony crow stares at your bent frame as you lurch along this line of geocaches.
Perhaps then, at the end of this hike, hunt and hide you'll then align yourself with the bonus geocache. Did you gather enough information from under the container lids to be able to look for it?
This container is micro-sized and contains only a Roll No More LogBook, so please bring a personal rubber stamp and/or a pen or pencil.
Keep flying and carry on!