Saturday morning I awoke and resolved to find my one hundredth cache. I was not able to get started until one in the afternoon and I was sitting at seventy-nine. It was going to be a real challenge to find twenty-one caches before I lost the day light but I was determined to storm the beaches and make a go of it anyway. I got off to a great start, finding five in an hour. My GPS glowed warm in my hand as I flew from location to location, a man on a mission. My lofty goal seemed like it could actually be within reach. In my mind I was already composing the photograph for when I would find that hundredth cache. Should I model feigned surprise? Heady triumph? Manly bravado? Well, whatever I would do, it would be epic, like my twenty-one cache day.
But then I came upon cache number
GC2FJ7V, Saint George's Cemetery. I knew then and there that my goal was in jeopardy because I love cemeteries.
OK...that last sentence sounded a lot less creepy and twisted in my head. An explanation perhaps?