I have the dubious honour of first to stand at the foot of the tree the morning after it was published. However, on that occasion, with no indication of where the cache might be and a strong wind blowing I did not feel inclined to attempt it. Naturally, it went on my watch list and I perused all logs with interest, knowing in my heart that I would have to return at some point.
Well, the months rolled by and the leaves fell to the ground and last Sunday I thought I should have another look. Regrettably, still no sign of the cache so time to get aloft. It is not the easiest of trees to get a rope into but after several tries I am satisfied and make the long ascent, with many pauses to rest. By the time the light fades I have only eliminated a couple of trunks but have some ideas where I need to get next time.
Back again today and I decide to follow a hunch, based on experience and what I think I might have seen on the last visit. Careful scrutiny with binoculars is inconclusive so I shall just have to go and see. Once more it takes several attempts to get the rope just right but I am gaining proficiency with the Big Shot. And this time, there it is! Sign the log, taking extreme care not to drop anything, and make my way carefully back to terra firma.
I am not sure how much time this has taken out of my life but if I measure home to home times across the three visits, it can't be less than seven hours! Is it worth a fav point? Well, in spite of all the grief it has given me, it spite of its true evilness, it must be.
PS. Very pleasingly, this find reduces to 45 the number of unfound caches I have within 10km of home, the lowest number since I started keeping records back in August 2008!