As we wind toward the southernmost parts of Columbus, Cache Owner msmandi asks us to find Another Cache in Green Lawn?! In this cemetery, the graves of governors, business magnates, and presidential families are paid due respect by a procession of cache signatures.
The fall season has officially begun. We pass alternating clusters of stalled traffic and orange barrels. Yellow buses will never be taken for granted again. Even college drivers new to the city are given unexpected grace.
Garmin takes us to a closed gate, and we drive eight blocks around the iron fence. Lame cemetery jokes and “it was the road you just passed” finally get us there.
On this lingering day of summer, fading leaves trickle through the memorials of fallen soldiers. Civil War, both North and South.
Korea and the Great War. The Second World War and Vietnam.
With silent astonishment, the names march in formation, logging the conflicts for land, power, and wealth that have written human history.
Our GPS lands. This mighty queen of the pines enfolds us, gentle sigh of the wind through her branches whispering gracious peace to all who wander here.
The cache log nestles in a felicitous birch sprig, holding vigil over a spot that is no longer lonely.
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