The Shortest Distance Between Two Points is Not Always the Best Way to the Cache
Today, I got an email about a Jeep being placed 20 miles from home. This was the perfect promotion because my husband (Geo-John) and I have always loved Jeeps. We missed one this past weekend and I was determined I would get this one. Being out of work at the moment, I thought this was the perfect time to go get it. I had to drive through some of the worst areas around. I parked and checked the area. I'm not an advocate of caching alone, especially if you're a female in a bad part of town. After looking around awhile, I didn't see anything alarming, so I decided to set out. There was a paved trail behind my car, but it seemed to lead in the exact opposite direction of the cache. I shrugged and headed out across the field. At the edge of the mowed section, I stopped. There were no trails anywhere in sight and I was still 1/3 mile away. I was sure there had to be a trail somewhere nearby. I started following a game trail through a tall grass prairie that turned into marsh. Grasshoppers were flying all around, like it was the next plague. The farther I went, the wetter it got. (A Jeep would've come in very handy here.) After 1/4 mile of this wet, muddy mess, I come out to a very nice paved trail. Looking down the trail and realize it led right back to my car. The next 400 feet were spent cursing curving paths.
Cache was eventually found, after bushwacking the last 50 or so feet through poison ivy, mosquitos, and brambles. This is why I cache in winter.