Pbqr Oernxre Mystery Cache

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This cache has served to reinforce my feelings on the beauty of geocaching and how it serves as a catalyst for bringing people together. Local cacher "A Team Vallejo", a monster of caching, has a cache in Napa called "WHY?", its simple question: why do you cache? This is my answer to Bill's question...

Why?
by Tractordude

Crisp air touched by the morning sun
Warms the scent of dewy grass
The day's activity just begun
Another dawn has come to pass

Well worn trails, and some not so
Deliver to the treasure's lair
Those who seek it knowing, though
Others know not of the fare

Know not of the hiding, guessing
Know not of the plans well laid
Know nothing of the wondrous blessing
From a total stranger bade
Upon the morning cacher

*****

The sun above and beaming so
A warming of the soul and more
A new place never seeming so
Inviting or as fresh before

The path we take a choice that must
Be given all our deepest thought
And when it seems retreat is just
We learn anew what we have sought

For we have sought the path pristine
And we have sought the thicket
And friendship from afar we glean
Inside a plastic cricket
Found by the noon-day cacher

*****

Pallor falls upon the blue sky
Rending day to afternoon
Loathsome is the trail home by
Which we should be leaving soon

But treasure is a mistress, luring
Taunting, teasing, the siren's song
And pleasure is in the procuring
That for which we dearly long

We long for newness in our day
We long for clarity of mind
For friendship, be it here today
Or of the long forgotten kind
So dreams the evening cacher

*****

Tumult and toil serve us well
As vessels from which we drink strength
But leftover emotions swell
If daily bustle thrives at length

Therefor we seek out treasures which
Assume identities unknown
From strangers we may never meet
Where nonetheless a friendship's grown

A friendship based on honor, yet
A friendship born of high deceit
A friendliness of depth and care
For those whom we may never meet
Our friend, our fellow cacher

-Tractordude, 2012

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