This container was given to me by My Guide's sister for
Christmas. It really surprised me since she hates micros. She would
rather walk 5 miles straight up a mountain for an ammo can than
walk across the street for a key box in a guardrail.
See GC1H5DA Meaty Beaty Big and Bouncy
Her log:
spiderlady80
So my brother (AL's Guide) came to town for the holidays, and I
tried to kill him; it's that simple. I had been saving this one for
just the right time. Cold feet the night before? Only because my
brother suggested going in the dark! My mother even agreed. I
suppose she was hoping to return some of those pricey Christmas
gifts since we would have no longer needed them. At one point on
the ascent, I muttered something about feeling like a mountain goat
on a ledge, then suddenly I slid off that ledge and back down the
mountain. Thank goodness for trees! I've always been a tree hugger,
but that phrase has taken on a whole new meaning. I literally
hugged them several times on the way up and down the mountain.
Monkey vines, on the other hand, are undependable; NEVER trust
them! As my feet slid out from underneath me on the descent, my
arms flailed, desperately searching for a tree. Amazingly I landed
a monkey vine which slowed my fall for a second. Then it rejected
me, realizing I wasn't really a monkey. In retaliation it burst
loose, flying through the air like something from an Indiana Jones
movie attempting to shatter my brother and batman66 into a million
pieces. Did either of them try to help me? Of course not! They ran.
Eventually I slid into a tree which I hugged for a LONG time. This
one wasn't about the find; it was about the adventure. Thanks,
luvbus, for an amazing cache.
So this cache is dedicated to her.