The FTF Is All Mime!
Marcel started on a quiet Wednesday morning.
He knew the first step.
He poked behind the sign.
"Un clef!" he (almost) shouted.
He consigned his celebration to just a fist pump.
He surveyed the vineyard to get his bearings.
He aligned his GPSr.
He ascended to the next level of concentration.
He was glad he had his vegetables that morning.
Marcel was to be the geocaching czar!
But this was not the moment for joy - he must get down to business.
The anticipation began to gnaw at him.
The hour of the miming cacher was at hand.
Park at the posted coordinates. The park closes at dusk and no dogs are allowed.
Congrats to jcosborn for FTF!
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