Hides placed by Long_Lost_Cacher have brought hundreds of geocachers to unknown spots throughout Delaware County. At these clandestine meetings, introductions are made by signing a simple paper log. Without a title, a deed or a bulldozer, the human has made claim to a vast sweep of land. Or has this broad and generous land laid irrevocable claim to the human?
At our first meeting with Long_Lost_Cacher, we seek to sample Durhams Finest Brew. The trail is rough along Alum Creek Lake. Tree roots reach for our shoes, while acorn hulls slip and slide. Our walking stick falls into the poison ivy, and a rescue must be managed.
The cleaned walking stick now functions as a sword. Quicker than light, it is brandished. Spider webs are woven invisibly across the trail at face level. They. Must. Be. Cleared.
When Long_Lost serves it up, Durhams Finest Brew is indeed fine.
About a half mile down the trail, one of us will notice that a walking stick has been left behind.
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