The Cache
By the time we reached the bridge, we’d forgotten what we were searching for.
The location was new to us, a stretch of road off the highway about two miles farther than the GPS had directed us to go. We hadn’t crossed any bridges, where the cache was supposed to be, so we just kept going until we reached one. This wasn’t our first cache of the day; we had logged two others and given up on another when we agreed our choice of footwear wasn’t going to cut it. There was still an hour till dark and we were in the area, so we set out to find the next one on the list. The website had labeled it “Over the Bridge,” or something equally innocuous. We began calling it “the road that goes nowhere.”
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The location was new to us, a stretch of road off the highway about two miles farther than the GPS had directed us to go. We hadn’t crossed any bridges, where the cache was supposed to be, so we just kept going until we reached one. This wasn’t our first cache of the day; we had logged two others and given up on another when we agreed our choice of footwear wasn’t going to cut it. There was still an hour till dark and we were in the area, so we set out to find the next one on the list. The website had labeled it “Over the Bridge,” or something equally innocuous. We began calling it “the road that goes nowhere.”
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