We actually had some trouble finding our way to the cache. Our first attempt going through a mobile home park was unsuccessful. But then we decided to try for Going Postal and saw that we were only .16 miles away, so we walked over while the coast was clearing there.
Nostrada the Dad was paranoid about me falling down the cliff. I was more worried about keeping the cache from doing the same.
A fully-inflated volleyball in a cache? Wow. Nostrada was in stitches all the way back to the car at the sheer size of the thing.
Thanks for the cache!
Posted by jeff at July 10, 2004 05:25 PM