Returning to the campus of OSU, we target Before, placed by Cache Owner Z 748 ten years ago.
Our geotrail passes by the mammoth and mushrooming business of health care. A labyrinth of medical franchises fills the space left by tribal sweat lodges, pioneer folk medicine, and house calls from country doctors.
Coordinates land in a parking lot. Across the way is another medical facility. Cache activity tells us of cachers who have signed this log after MRIs, during breaks from medical tests, finding a respite within the friendly log of names, which holds and reassures.
Ground Zero is the lamppost, simplicity itself, yet diffuser of that which dispels the darkness. Taken for granted as a miracle of electricity, the currency of all parking lots, sidewalks and nighttime places where humans go.
And add to that list, held together with electrical tape. The cover lifts and releases the log. In every way looking like an illegal purchase, this addiction costs nothing, leaves no chemical backwash, enhances the mind and rejuvenates the body, connects participants in a worldwide fellowship, and brings a genuine smile. We sign and go.
OH Love Of Geocaching 