Where could it be?
A Jeep Travel Bug,
Which bug,
was waiting for me?
Finally. There it was,
In a cache so near,
Where did it want to venture,
I could see it wishes clear.
Where would a Jeep Travel Bug want to go?
Not to the lake or to the sea.
A real Jeep travel bug would go,
To a Jeep Jamboree.
Pennsylvania was the place.
Up hills,
down hills,
Plenty of 4x4 space.
There was some Jambalaya,
And a bit of a Doe Run,
A rodeo, a few good meals,
And lots and lots of fun.
Trail rides and lunch,
A bunch of strangers soon became friends,
Oh my, oh my,
How we all wish it wouldn’t end.
The day of the sun came,
We packed and said good-bye.
Only to meet one more time,
Next year maybe, we said with a sigh.
The bug was now ready to return,
To be found again once more.
On to another adventure,
By some other cacher ready to explore.