In 2008, Cache Owner Hamsquad placed their one and only cache. Fifteen years later, it is our turn to take on this teenage trickster.
At our quick stop at the grocery store, holiday decorations wave wildly at late winter skies, pointing out the obvious.
The journey north unflattens, rolling into mounding waves of farmland, where ancestral homes still root deeply into earth beneath.
We exit at Mansfield. For all the world, the sun is sparkling, fresh breezes delight, gas prices are down, and life is good. Except for the mail car. Did you see mechanical breakdowns in the list of neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night???
On an ordinary street, the CO sets a cache directly in front of their own home, to the delight of the resident ten-year-old son. For 15 years, he grows with his cache.
By 2010, finders are reporting whether they got to chat with Mom, and did they need her help, or the help of the cat.
In 2012, the angst over searching private property is recorded, as images of being questioned, shouted at, or chased flicker across the screens of memory. Oops!! I thought this was the overgrown driveway to the cemetery, not your front yard. So sorry!! No rifle needed!
By 2020 the son has graduated from college, but in 2022, Mom is again spotted and recorded. Today her dryer is running. The scent of fabric softener drifts across the lawn.
Turn about turns out to be the exact clue we need for this tricky teenager. Property records show our CO has lived here for 30 years, watching cachers come and go for half of those years.
While powerful national interests gain and spend endless streams of tax money, happiness here flows from friendship, fresh air, and the free exchange of good will.
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