While hiding WRRSP-Purple Trail #3 (GC4MT1W) it got weird. I have been having some wacky dreams ever since. Always 868, 915, 868, 915, over and over again. I had a hunch today that they might be coords. I was right! I was sleep caching. Lulled into a zombie like state from the jingling of that bucket o' bisons. I have now solved two things that have troubled me since that strange day on the purple trail. Perhaps I'll sleep well tonight. Oh, the other thing? You'll see.