47°F mostly cloudy. The smell of gasoline exhaust is in the air as I return to civilization or so they call it civilization. A man noisily blows the leaves in his yard with a piece of equipment that emits way too much noise. As I cross the road I'm almost struck by three vehicles that do not know the term pedestrian right-of-way.
Near the cache location the subtle sounds of hand raked leaves, children's laughter, and a poodle barking assignments cannot quiet the neighborhood from the annoying leaf blowers.