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find a parking space. The sun shone over a large field filled with soccer nets and kids I guessed to be no more than eight or nine years old. The caches seemed to be scattered throughout the park, most located far away from the games, but the spectators made me more than a little nervous. Maybe I could find another park nearby. I pulled to the side and widened the map and saw one not too far away; in fact, at the park just down the road. I’d try that one.
    When I pulled up alongside the park, a few kids pumped their legs on the swings, others ran around the mulched yard, and some climbed the jungle gym. A woman sat on a bench, a baby in a stroller next to her. How would I come across snooping around a park? I was about to find out.
    I grabbed my phone and walked toward the play area. From the cache logs, this appeared to be an easy one ( Quick grab!, Easy peasy!, Thanks for such an easy find!) , and the size displayed as mini, so I needed to search for a small container of some sort. The compass portion already showed I was close. A younger child let out a bellowing cry, and I turned, not wanting to make eye contact with the mother. The cache hid within a ten feet vicinity. Awesome! My first one, and I’d find it right away. Based on the compass, I would find it either by the bench opposite the one occupied by the young mom, or the tree next to it. Holding my phone as I walked, I headed toward the bench. I used my free hand to feel around the wood, making sure to press on any breaks in the lumber. I ducked my head under, too, but didn’t see a thing.
    Hmm. I scrolled down and noticed a hint. If given the option for a hint, always take it. “Knot finding it? Look up.” Okay … this meant the cache must be in the tree, I guessed, and probably in the branches, or higher up. The app listed the terrain as a two, so from what I read online, I didn’t have to climb, so it shouldn’t be too far up the tree. I walked over to the tree and touched my hand on the trunk. I stuck my fingers in every gap as I ran them up and down the hard surface. Nothing. I crouched to the ground, pushed my hand against the dirt and grass, and ran it down the sides of the trunk. This was harder than I thought. Standing, I glanced back at the bench. Did I miss it and the cache was there? I went back over by the bench and touched around it again. The lady still sat on the other one. Did she ever move? The bench she sat on appeared to be too far out of my coordinates. Frustration started building. This cache claimed to be easy, and I called bullshit to whoever placed it. The app included a button that said “Did not find.” If I touched it, I announced my failure to the entire geocaching community. I hopped out of my current location, and spotted another one nearby, at a bed and breakfast a mile away. In refusal to admit my defeat, I ignored the button, and went back to my car. The lady on the bench started to make weird faces at me. The last thing I wanted was to be arrested for looking suspicious.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
    The three-story bungalow, covered in brick, caught my attention every time I drove by. Windows framed with white shutters blocked the view inside with the curtains covering them. The sign displaying "Aunt Ellen's Bed & Breakfast" hung off two posts, a turquoise, oval piece of metal, flowers encasing it. A few steps led to the front entrance, two double doors set against a wraparound patio. The patio led to the back parking lot, next to the gift shop. The app listed the cache hidden outside, so I didn’t need to go in, which disappointed me a bit, since I wanted to check out the inside.
    Since I wasn’t a guest, I didn’t want to park in the lot and utilize the spaces for visitors. Instead, I parked across the street in the church parking lot. As I crossed the street, I evaluated the cache. Easy find, a quick grab, and very small. Great. With my luck at the park, I didn’t count on finding anything. If I