Driving from Seattle to Portland, Oregon (the fake Portland, #MaineLoyalty). Crossed over the seemingly illusory bridge into Astoria and collected some caches. The sun was setting, and the wolves were starting to howl.
Then I spotted a cache listing with a TB. I put in the directions, saw it was 25 minutes away, and I still needed to drive south another 2 hours that night. Couldn't justify the detour. Cranked the engine, took one last look at the TB description and noticed it wanted to get to South America.
It was an omen. I'm planning on heading to Central America in a week. So I raced there against the clock, arriving at a mystical empty parking lot with an eerily quiet beach and a boat drifting by without a sound. Found the cache amongst goldenrod flowers while doing the mosquito-shuffle, mocassins soaked. I giddily ran in circles on the deserted beach, like I had just scored a goal in the world cup. It was a worthwhile detour.
"Beep beep boop berp! I like the ice cream, high protein, high prices! Electricity comes from the cream, oh yes!" - HaloBot
TB may reach its goal early.