Camels+Spiders,+and+Caching,+oh+my!

After we found the fountain cache, we continued to trek on in the unfortunate heat of that fall day. We went in search of the camel cache. We had been warned that the caches are not hidden in plain sight because then the muggles would find out, but after our boost of confidence from the first two caches this hunt proved to be an unwelcome challenge. We entered the waypoint and the GPS lead us to the large brass camel in front of the Convocation Center. I thought that the cache would be hidden on the camel, hence the camel cache, but as we inched closer and closer and there were still 60 feet left to travel I realized that my predictions had been wrong.



As the GPS put us in range of the elusive cache, we stood to the right hand side of the Convocation center, opposite the staring camel, that was laughing from afar. You’ll never find my cache, it seemed to be taunting. We noticed the metal that surrounded us telling us in hushed whispers that the cache was close by. We searched by the street lamps and found nothing. We hunted under the shiny, black benches. Taylor even laid on the ground to seek out this impossible cache (talk about dedication).



We scoured the rails on the ramp and still remained empty handed.



After pursuing our camel cache and ending up with dirty hands and gloomy faces and no swag, we make the courageous (or maybe foolish) decision to investigate whether or not the bell cache was really there or not. We wondered aimlessly around where our GPS brought us to and then decided to search in the beautiful tranquility garden directly beneath the bell tower just in case. As we continued to seek out this cache to lift our spirits, I found myself face to face with a horrible, large, and dangerous creature…a spider! Never have I laid eyes on something so terrifying.



My near death experience made me want to put an end to our exploration for the day and continue later and gratefully, Taylor and Christina agreed. The beginning of our geocaching adventure went smoother than an old man’s balding head but by the end of the day we had hit some wrinkles. We had our toes crossed for a victory that we hoped was waiting on our last and final cache.

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