This Multi has just 2 steps, and does not require a lot of walking or other trials. But both steps require some good puzzle solving skills, and of a kind not too common around here.
The cache is a small box, well wrapped in what will hopefully prove to be a watertight bag, and the goal is that adults should enjoy solving the puzzle, and children should enjoy finding the cache.
The cache contains:
* Log, pencil and pencil sharpener (that I sincerely hope will remain in the cace!)
* FTF Prize
* Cache items that may be replaced: stamp set, flying turkey, measuring tape key chain, Kinder surprise, rain poncho (one size), 3 marbles and one reflector that I hope will be attached to an adult not otherwise visible in traffic.
POSITION 1
Du må være tøff, i vers og prosa og rim!
Å klone binder deg mer enn epoxy-lim.
Unger fra SFO? Urgamle poeter?
Slik kan de enes: eventyrlige meter.
En poet, hr. E. E. Cummings, sto imot alt,
Mani, nevrose og skam brukte han vågalt:
"If I verify fantasy, I must return.
Being weird is benign; I never will adjourn!"
-Nei, sitatet er på ingen måte hans, men dikteriske friheter er jo en sentral leksjon…
The Secret Stash
International arrivals who wish to transform
for the student society may get house warm
at a distance of about 644 feet
if they can bear 352,4 degrees of heat.
e. e. cummings really wrote this poem:
my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell
and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal
tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex
-ecute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming
something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings.
you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love
whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
More: http://poems.writers-network.com/ee_cummings/
You can validate your puzzle solution with certitude.