Dressed to Cache... Not!

             Day 2 of my Road Trip, written in Breezewood, PA with 424 miles on the odometer.

            Unexpectedly I had fun at the wedding. The expected family friction did not develop; in part because there was not a drop of alcohol served. Well, the reception was held in the social hall of the Lutheran church where the service was held. There was coffee, good plain food (delicious) on the buffet, and assorted soft drinks and sparkling cider for the toast. I was also anxious that I’d be reminded of my own disastrous marriage, but there is a great deal of difference between a full-ceremony Lutheran wedding and reception, and a hippie ceremony performed by a Buddhist priest with an eat-and-go low budget reception. In my case, we just should have stayed best friends; Mike and Kate seem to have built their friendship into something solid, with bricks of respect and a mortar of shared fun. They each also have a healthy self-respect and could each get along well on their own… if they wanted to. The fact that this is true, they both know it, and they both prefer facing the future together may be the single thing most likely to keep them together and happy.

            I dressed for the wedding, checked out of my motel as late as I could delay the maids with good conscience, and still had almost two hours until the wedding. What to do? Well, I’d pre-loaded a park-and-grab cache into my Garmin and made notes on another one while online last night, this one strategically located at an air-conditioned mall so that I would not suffer from the heat if I found both caches and had further time to kill. As it is, I did find both, but once again the local roads go here, there, and wherever with no apparent logic, one-ways posted at whim, and often an oops-there-went-my-turn lack of signage. That ate up a lot of time. The caches were worth it, if only for the cheery flower-power ‘camo’ of the first and an equally glaring zebra stripe on the second. Not the same Cache Owner. It must be a local phenomenon. Both were even the same sort of container, some sort of medical/candy bottle repurposed. The first had an interesting inside-out construction, with the container placed inside a large Ziploc bag. The second, it could have been magneted to either a guardrail or a fence, and was neither; it was suspended from the fence by monofilament and hidden in the shrubbery behind. I like the Pottstown way of urban caching, if these are typical. Ground Zero is in a non-busy corner, so muggles have little reason to be there, but the container is fairly easily spotted by anyone who is there just casually lounging and using their eyes. I could get to like this kind of urban caching. Especially when I don’t want to mess up my glad rags just before a wedding.