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| Wading
through waist high wildflowers, Archon and I approach
a creek, lined with twisted mesquite trees and cedar.
We follow the creekbed carved from the clay and slate
to a bridge where the GPS unit showed the next GeoCache
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air was heavy and humid. We could literally feel the moisture being
pulled from the soil beneath our feet. The tree cover over the creek
offered some shade, bringing the temperature down a couple of degrees.
The vampire flies were out in swarms. We had to get that cache and
get the Hell out of there before we contracted West Nile or worse!
As
we hike along the creekside, the eTrex starts showing the waypoint
to be on the other side of the creek. We had approached the GeoCache
from behind! When we were due west our goal, we climbed from the
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embankment
proved difficult to scale, our shoes slipping on the moist Texas
clay. We were only .2 miles away.
Slogging
through wildflowers, stick-thin trees, and mud, our GPSs zeroed
out at a tangle of cedar trees. Damn! I thought. Fucking
cedars! Those sadistic bastards! Archon
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and I dove in, despite the stinging welts and bloody scratches the
trees inflicted upon us. Then finally, after nearly half an hour
of searching, Archon yells "CACHE!!"
There
it was, a plastic Tupperware container, spray-painted forest green
and lodged deep in the branches of the Cedar tangle. Only a small
GeoCaching sticker identified it as more than just misplaced litter...
Our
adventure may seem like a trek through the deep wilderness in some
remote part of Texas, but that would only be half right. The wildlife
is there, but it's in the heart of East Dallas. White Rock Lake
to be exact.
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