Cache Owner short o’ cache placed then released this cache for adoption to CO skibug9 on or before 2006, making the date of birth a little smudgy.
Our road leads to all roads, which lead to all other roads, interconnected in a hypnotic and irresistible web that shocked us, when it suddenly went dark on a 2020 March day. New York City will have to wait.
We reach Lily Pond, darkening in today’s clouds, a place where a century of children have grown into grandparents, anchored in a spot of earth.
Created by Mr. Rogers in 1896, this neighborhood is populated with goldfish, carp, frogs, dragon flies, turtles, and happy ducks.
Scent of leaf mold tickles, drenched leaves smoosh, streams burble after the rain. Amidst the four geoseasons of mud, poison ivy, leaves, and snow, we are located squarely in wet leaves. Hopefully whatever is slipping and sliding under the leaves . . . stays under the leaves.
This one is hidden in plain sight. Hello, old friend.
In this majestic country, where rocks and rills, and woods and templed hills still sing, the creek flows on.
OH Love Of Geocaching 