Well, we found the cache. At least the part of the cache that isn't bear poop now.
Too bad. It was a really great adventure finding this cache. We biked in from the border and marched in as indirectly as possible. We did pretty well at keeping our feet dry and ankles un-twisted. As we approached the cache site, I was somewhat distressed to see a swamp in what I thought was the road to the cache. Turdle dissuaded my fears by spotting the cache on our side of the murky divide.
In no time at all Turdle had set up a search grid and begun a rather fruitful archeological dig site. Shortly he had recovered a travel bug, some swag, and THE GOLDEN HAND OF GOD. When he announced that he had found the latter item, he used that "movie preview guy" voice. It was effective enough to make me stop eating blueberries.
Speaking of which, there are more blueberries here than anywhere else on the planet. It was awesome. Turdle stayed away from eating them. I think that is just because he doesn't like bending over in the forest. He has seen "Deliverance" once too many times.
Thank you for the fun cache. Sorry we had to take it away. It is currently on my front porch. hmmm. Now that I have said that, I have a feeling OHMIC is going to come over and try to claim it as a find. Tough noogies, dude. There's no logbook!