The coordinates lead me right to the painted rock. Funny, I did’t remember it being that color before. Things like that are happening more and more these days, but that’s geocaching. It doesn’t seem to be around the rock, but I could be wrong. The ink was running and the paper was really getting hard to read. Did I mention it was raining? That’s when it hit me. That rock is too close to a school. The cache has to be at least 521 feet times 12 inches per foot, divided by 5 inch dog paces = 1,240 dog paces from the school. Critical thinking just might get me to the cache. From the nearest corner of the school building I sighted through the rock and took that as my bearing towards Indian Road. Because it was raining, and dark, I figured about 5 dog paces for each of mine, just about 55 paces right through the rock. It can’t be in the middle of the playground so I continued on the hedge. That is where I concentrated my efforts. I know that I was very close because I knelt in a territorial marker. That’s where I left the TB. Believe me, that cache is right around there somewhere close. My motto has always been “If you can’t find the cache, look for the travel bug!”