So here I was today, completing a local series of caches and I thought I would deviate from the path slightly to pick up a traditional cache that was close by. What I wasn’t suspecting was it to be so much fun.
The cache was under a small bridge that ran next to a ford. Reading the logs tell me some people have leaned over the side to grab it, others have donned protective waders. Me? I decided just to take my shoes off and get stuck right in.