Susan
Elevation: 110m
What follows below is a tale of exploration and heroics, with a touch of lunacy. Take from it what you may, but know that the journey awaits you all...
It all began on some long forgotten journey in these parts. One adventurer said to the other adventurer, with not the subtlest of jest, "you should venture to that as yet unnamed 
and undiscovered peak yonder, and place there a geocache!"
The other adventurer heartily agreed, playing into the joke. "Indeed one should, how about I pop right up there now?" And there was much mirth and hilarity, and they went on their merry way home and forgot all about it.
Forgot all about it that is, until one day that second adventurer, a fine gentleman by the name of Lostcourse, did open a gmail chat window, a conversational portal to the computer terminal of the first adventurer, a young man of the name FMZ. After the usual genial pleasantries, it was revealed that Mr Lostcourse had indeed remembered the unnamed peak and requested Mr FMZ to join him on a quest to summit her.
And so it came to be that on the 21st day of December, the twelth month of the year 2012, did Mr Lostcourse and Mr FMZ head off on a quest that would take them to the extremes of their abilities, to the very edge of both physical and mental precipices in their quest to be the first to summit the peak, 
claiming the right to name it, and to place a can of ammo proprtions at its apex - reward for future adventurers who would hopefully be inspired to follow in their footsteps.
The tribulations they faced seemed at times insurmountable and on occasions the air was thick and shaded blue with cuss words of more than a single language. Deceptively close, and yet so far, they contended with all manner of vicious vegetation that Satan himself seemed to be casting at them directly from Hell.
But in the afternoon of that fateful day, they did indeed reach the summit where they stood triumphant and surveyed the valley far below. They used their electronic satellite guidance 
devices to mark a waypoint of the true summit, a rocky outcrop tucked within some of the nasty vegetation. And upon summiting the peak, the first ever on record, they did proclaim "We do hereby name this peak 'Susan'!"
And they did indeed leave behind a metal container whose previous life was dedicated to the storage of military firearm ammunition - the hefty chest that Mr Lostcourse had lugged all the way to the summit. They left within this container a book and a pencil so that future adventurers may scribe within, for posterity, their trials and discoveries, along with a deuce of travelling trinkets they hope another explorer will take away and with them on adventures in some other uncharted wilderness.
What rambling route others may choose to attempt in order to achieve the zenith is only conjecture at present, but our explorers took a route over the summit travelling from south west to north east in an effort to survey the likeliest routes for future summiters. After surveying 
the base and lower flanks, their route took them up the lower slopes in the south west, rounding steeply upwards onto 'FMZ Hump' and then scaling the west ridge to the summit. Their descent took them down the north eastern face onto the north ridge and towards 'Lostcourse Saddle' from whence they turned downhill and made for their starting point.
One will watch with interest for the journals of subsequent adventurers who attempt to conquer Susan in the footsteps of the intrepid explorers Mr Lostcourse and Mr FMZ.
Good luck, bon voyage, and may the force be with you always.
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Cache by Lostcourse and funkymunkyzone. Parts of the story above may be untrue or completely made up.