A & A's Awesome Adventure Traditional Cache

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Hidden : 7/2/2005
Difficulty:
1.5 out of 5
Terrain:
1.5 out of 5

Size: Size: micro (micro)

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Geocache Description:

Go West Young Man!" was the cry of the early Western adventure seekers. A similar cry is now the motto for everyone who has a desire for adventure in the Great Outdoors. "Go to Wharton"

My caching partner and I slipped into the cool shadow of the woods. The air was humid, dense with the smell of rotting leaves. Lush ferns, teaberry, and blueberry bushes covered the ground in a sea of green. Sunlight trickled down through the canopy and danced over the ground like water in a hot frying pan. Monolithic, trees seemed to dot the landscape, they where of course towering pines, oaks, and cedars . It was a glorious day, so when the familiar part of the trail ended and something unexplored and unknown lay beyond, ( the cache)we drove forward. There is one rule one should always follow when traversing new territory: "Waypoint the car" When we came to the first fork in the trail, we decided which direction to take (left or right), and thereafter, whenever a new fork in the trail presented itself, we would choose that same direction each time. We did this for two reasons. The first is being that we have terrible memories, especially where direction is concerned. The second reason was so that we would be able to enjoy the experience. If you constantly have to make mental notes about which path or direction you are taking (so you can find your way back), it is difficult to enjoy your surroundings. It was our way of caching, of sorts. It’s like driving somewhere new without having to take notice of where you are going. So you can relax and look around, see what there is to see and not worry about how to get back . This day, for whatever reason, we decided to break the rule. When we came to the first fork in the trail, we went left. Then another fork came and the trail to the right looked so much more interesting and it was in the direction of the cache. We had fooled ourselves into believing that we would remember which way we had gone. There were of course natural markers that would serve to remind us which path to take on the way back. As it turns out, trees, bushes, stumps and puddles can look much different when viewed from the opposite direction. But we surely remebered them as we passed them for the fourth time. And so it was that we found ourselves on unfamiliar trails, with no knowledge of how to get back to the car. In the two hours that followed, we’d backtracked and retried several paths until we were afraid the sky would began to dim. The warm summer day was waning,and on the verge of transforming into murky shadow. Fear drove through us, trying to rip away our self-control. We did not cry. We did not panic. With trembling hands, we gathered up our courage. Then we did the only thing we could: A voice familiar to both of us seemed to be saying "Just walk straight and you will hit a road eventually". So we did the only thing we could, we walked straight down a fire break we had found, saying I hope it takes us to a road." We sucked in our anxious breaths and gently trudged forward. With every twist and turn, with every fork in the trail, doubt filled our minds, but we did not speak of it. But there was nothing else to be done. The sun was going to come down eventually. Dusk was approaching as sure and steady as the hand of fate. And we were dare I say.... LOST. We watched each other carefully for any sign of doubt or hesitation but we seemed to have choosen the path with an uncanny sureness. Even so, everything inside us that had so willfully kept us going to the last was a quiver. Then, just as the sun was dipping towards the horizon, the discord suddenly fell silent. My caching partner lifted her head in anticipation. In that moment, we knew with certainty that we had made the right choice. Sure enough, there was the road that would lead us to the car. The car and security was at last upon us.

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