Over+the+Tracks

For college students, Friday nights are typically filled with fun activities with friends. Our Friday night was no different. It was the night that we decided to look for some hidden treasure. Brooke, our friend Kendele and I went to the thriving metropolis of Fuquay-Varina, NC to look for some cache after we stopped at the clothing store Kohls so that I could by some teaching garments after mine got into a debacle with a marker in the dryer. Once our time in the store had ended, the real adventure began.

We used the Geocaching application on Brooke's phone to lead us to the site of the first cache. We hopped in the car and were off. After about five minutes of aimless driving because we were trying to understand how the app worked, we started into the hunt. We drove down the main street of Fuquay. Suddenly, the GPS told us to turn. Brooke, who was driving, quickly checked the traffic and whipped across the road.

"Tell me before we actually have to turn!" Brooke was nearly out of breath because of the Bond-like driving.

"It's not my fault. I was waiting on your phone to tell us. Now, continue across the train tracks."

As we continued driving, we got closer to the waypoint.

"It's right over there," I said as I pointed out the window.

Brooke and Kendele both laughed because they realized that we would have had to stop on the side of a road that we don't know around 8:30pm.

"We're not stopping here! There's probably a serial killer out there waiting for us to stop," Kendele exclaimed as we drove by the spot.

"Humor me. Drive to the gas station and let me see where this point is," I said.

"Fine, but we're staying in the car because we're going to stay alive," stated Brooke in a serious but nonchalant tone.

We drove around to the gas station and parked. I got out of the car and went on the near hunt. In less than sixty seconds, the mysterious cache had been found and the feeling of accomplishment flowed through my veins. I went back to the car and showed my prize to the ladies sitting patiently. After we signed the paper marking our success, we placed the cache in its home and scooted along to our next hunt.

By John-Mark Magee

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