Cruising along Route 23, we seek Cache Owner VTX88’s enigmatic Butterfly the Baby Bunny Blocker. Throughout the geotrail jungle, store fronts blossom with the hard work and vision of individual owners. We hack through the cleaner, nail spa, dentist, salon, gym, urgent care, office supplies, crafts, and a gas station, all ready to do business.

The GPS lands us on the backside of one of our larger trading posts. Gone are the furs which French and British traders collected from tribal nations. Yet the goods that became a necessity to those tribes still fill the shelves inside this behemoth. Blankets, pots and pans, clothing, guns and alcohol, jewelry, and newly invented gadgets pour out of today’s doors, exchanged for labor or borrowed credit.

Cries of blue jays high in these pines pull us back toward a simple pleasure, searching for the surprise left for us by the butterfly, baby or bunny.

Squinting into the Ground Zero tree, we see lots more tree.

Then a butterfly winks at us. The cache description tells us Ms. Butterfly was first posted to guard a baby bunny, discovered nearby by VTX88. Ten years of cachers have come and gone, under Madame’s watchful eye. Thank you, Madame, carry on.