Equinox-minded, the earth begins the last leg of this year’s lap around the sun. As our meandering ramble across the OSU campus winds down, we hunt Between the Towers, our last meeting with Cache Owner Z 748.
Food delivery robots scuttle past and park, cameras busy tracking their path.
As we turn the corner, Ohio Stadium comes into view, flanked by the Toledo Football bus before the big game. Football is the biggest player in the business of college athletics. Name, image and likeness deals earn millions. Star athletes feed the pros. Alumni flock to relive the pageantry and excitement of a new season in the Shoe.
In pursuit of a very different thrill, our GPS locates the lamppost between the towers. Beaming down solar power, the light high above radiates enthusiasm.
Down below, CITO might be a bit of a challenge here. Excavation delivers the cache. Now for the pen? What pen? No pen. Would you ever ask a muggle for a pen? No, never, would you? Well, there aren’t even any muggles around to ask!
Sadly we must unroll the log to take a picture, to be posted as proof of the find. There’s something about not signing your cache name that feels joyless. Whether it’s written on a brand new, official log, or crammed into the last corner of an ancient paper scrap, signing affirms the fellowship of the invisible caching web. But wait, wait! Yes! Way down in the tube! There. Is. A. Pencil.
And that’s what happiness feels like.
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