|#82 was found near this area|
|Wonder what it was?!|
As we moved up the road toward the next find, we spooked some of the locals into a sprint. If they hadn't moved, we likely would not have ever seen them. It's just amazing how well they blend into the surroundings, considering their size.
Our next find took us to a neat cemetery with iron gates that I actually had to get out of the car to open in order to enter the premises.
They were heavy and because, I suspect, they are old, they were no longer level either. The iron looked so pretty against the blue of the afternoon sky.
Our #83 was not so well hidden in the crotch of a tree. It was not visible from the path, but from behind the tree it was pretty obvious where it was hidden.
The tree itself was neat, in that it had a deep cavity that something was clearly living in... We pondered what it might be.
The surrounding area was beautiful, with wild phlox in bloom around many of the trees.
Someone had placed a handmade marker on a grave. I took time to read some of the story that had been written about a well-loved man. I can only presume that the family could not afford an actual marker and that this was the solution in lieu of a headstone.
The trees in this cemetery were old and very unique, with few being those you might commonly see in landscaping. The bark was so interesting to look at.
The entire cemetery captivated me (as you may well be able to tell). Not only was it naturally beautiful and emotionally touching, but it appeared that someone was working hard to preserve the history there as well. Many of the stones were broken and had been braced with steel and/or painted with some sort of tough, heavy material that seemed to seal them. This was awesome to see, as we often see older cemeteries with stones falling apart and out of their places, as was the case at our next find.
We entered the cemetery, reading the description for what would be our find #84. It told of the tragedy of a family buried there that had lost 6 children (ages 5-14) within 7 days of one another in 1854. As we walked toward the GZ, we found a whole host of stones without places, just leaning against a tree. This was in sharp contrast to the last one we had been at, just minutes before.
|The tree holding our #84|
Caching therapy was working as we looked on the map for more to seek. We passed this great corn crib, in use, and I had to snap a picture. Two large dogs came out quickly to remind us to move along. But it was worth the look to appreciate that agriculture is still a way of life here.
Our journey took us to another cemetery for our find #85. This is likely the best kept one we have ever been in. Everything was well manicured and even the roads were paved with freshly sealed blacktop. The find was a joint effort, as I spotted it through this arborvitae and Shane made the grab.
The container was cute, but wet and broken. We logged its need for maintenance while appreciating that this was set out in memory of the cache owner's father, in the same place he is buried.
We decided to cache our way toward Clinton, the nearest town to our hunt path. We stopped for one that hung quietly in an oak tree along side the road to log our 86th smiley. The log contained a clue for another cache, so we noted it for later and headed out for another find. Since we had already cached most of the day away, we figured we may as well keep at it, although hunger was beginning to remind us how long we had been away from home.
|Redeemed at our #87|
|Farm Lane hide was our find #88|
|Front of "Hitch'n Across the World"|
We were ready to sit down and fill our bellies, so we decided to stop looking at the map and headed straight for the grub! After a satisfying meal, we made a failed attempt on a cache hidden outside the Coney we dined at, but are sure we will catch it next time around. While eating, we scanned the map for more in the area, as there was still daylight left, and the day would not be productive if we went home at this point anyway! :-)
|Stage 1 of #90|
|The find at Stage 2|
This cemetery, as many are, was just beautiful. This family crypt got us thinking about how things used to be done and how families celebrated one another long ago, revering those who passed.
|Unique container, surprisingly dry,|
our lesson learned and find #91
We stopped to buy a drink and to use the facilities at a nearby restaurant sporting golden arches, and slipped out of town to pick off a few more finds before heading home for the night. Find #92 was beginning to stump us a bit when I found it using my head. Seriously, I nearly beaned myself in the head with it.
On the map, I could see that we could go around one country block and pick up several while making a loop that would point us toward home. Since we were getting very close to our milestone 100, we counted off a few to hunt and then quit for the night. Shane and I made the decision to stop at 98 finds so we could reach our benchmark as a family while we had Lexi for Easter on Sunday.
|An unusual container for a |
guardrail hide, our #93
Further down our dirt road path, we found this collection of signs advertising some land for sale by owner. There were no hides here, only unique, entertaining, and artistic real estate marketing.
This drive around the country block included a small series of three hides in trees. We came to #2 first, which was our find #94. I logged the smiley and scooted to the car, always in fear of being caught by muggles, even on a dirt road. *Since our find, this cache has been archived (removed) because the land has been sold.*
|Shane, not dancing, with #95|
|Our find #96|
|#97, 3 more to 100!|
The last hunt of the day (if you are still with me, WHEW! You are a real sport... thanks for reading!), took us to yet another cemetery. It was poorly camouflaged (common theme) and somewhat exposed. We logged our find and hid it better than we found it before heading home.
|#98, another Spirit Quest|
Words can't describe how cool it is that Shane and I can live together, carpool to work, work together and even spend our days off together and just never get sick of being in the company of one another. This mild and relaxing April day reminded me just how lucky I really am.
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