Flashes of Panic

Strikeout. I went after three caches this afternoon, and didn’t find any of them.

The idea was to take my bike to the Ashley Reservoir in Holyoke and ride around this multicache, picking up another cache on the way. Then I’d get another one which was on my way home.

I found the first two stages of the multi, but was completely stumped by the third. Finally, I gave up on it and went to try and spot the single cache nearby. I must have walked circles around it, but the leaves were ankle-deep where they weren’t calf-deep and I probably didn’t even spot the good hiding sites. The sun was setting by then, so I finished my lap (stopping back at the second stage of the multi to make sure I hadn’t mis-read the third-stage coordinates—I hadn’t.) It was a nice day for riding, actually; I would have really enjoyed it if I hadn’t generally failed at everything else I came to do.

So I went after the third cache, a micro… and went down swinging. (You’ll have to admit, it’s hard to make a thorough search in a high traffic area.) What a discouraging afternoon.

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