Welcome to the final cache of the American Pie series! In order to
obtain the coordinates for this Bonus hide, you will first have to
complete the four Standard hides named for the
Green,
Blue,
Red, and
Orange trails in Trout Brook Preserve. Having done so, you will
have taken notes on the unique Object and Number on the lid of each
cache. (If you didn’t take notes, I have some bad news for you –
you can’t solve this puzzle!)
This final cache can be found at the coordinates N 41 15.NN3,
W073 20.NN4, where each ‘N’ is one of the four Numbers you have
gathered. To put them in the correct order, study the lyrics to
American Pie below, and find out where each of the four
Objects are mentioned. Once the Objects are in the correct sequence
based on the lyrics, you will have the order of the Numbers.
For example, if the four Standard cache Object/Numbers were
a:
King Playing Card/4
Toy Train/2
Bride Figurine/7
Perfume Bottle/9
Then the numbers would be sorted out to 7, 4, 9, 2 based on
where the Objects were first mentioned in the song:
1: “When I read about his widowed bride..”
2: “When the Jester sang for the King and Queen...”
3: “The halftime air was sweet perfume…”
4: “They caught the last train for the coast…”
And with that, I’ll leave you with the lyrics.
Enjoy!
American Pie
Don McLean
A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used
to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance that I could make
those people dance and maybe they’d be happy for a while. But
February made me shiver with every paper I’d deliver. Bad news on
the doorstep, I couldn’t take one more step. I can’t remember if I
cried when I read about his widowed bride, but something touched me
deep inside the day the music died. So (Chorus) Bye-bye Miss
American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinking whisky and rye, singing
‘This’ll be the day that I die. This’ll be the day that I
die.’
Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God
above if the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock n roll -
can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance
real slow? Well, I know that you’re in love with him` cause I saw
you dancing in the gym - you both kicked off your shoes. Man, I dig
those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck with a
pink carnation and a pickup truck, but I knew I was out of luck the
day the music died. I started singing: (Chorus)
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own and moss grows fat on
a rollin’ stone, but that’s not how it used to be. When the jester
sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean
and a voice that came from you and me. Oh, and while the king was
looking down the jester stole his thorny crown. The courtroom was
adjourned, no verdict was returned. And while Lennon read a book on
Marx, the quartet practiced in the park. And we sang dirges in the
dark the day the music died. We were singing: (Chorus)
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter, the birds flew off with a
fallout shelter, eight miles high and falling fast. It landed foul
on the grass, the players tried for a forward pass with the jester
on the sidelines in a cast. Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
while the sergeants played a marching tune. We all got up to dance,
oh, but we never got the chance. ‘Cause the players tried to take
the field - the marching band refused to yield. Do you recall what
was revealed the day the music died? We started singing:
(Chorus)
Oh, and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in
space with no time left to start again. So come on, Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick. Jack Flash sat on a candlestick ‘cause fire is the
devil’s only friend. Oh, and as I watched him on the stage my hands
were clenched in fists of rage. No Angel born in hell could break
that Satan’s spell. And as the flames climbed high into the night
to light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight the
day the music died. He was singing: (Chorus)
I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some
happy news, but she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the
sacred store where I’d heard the music years before, but the man
there said the music wouldn’t play. And in the streets, the
children screamed, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed. But not
a word was spoken; the church bells all were broken. And the three
men I admire most; the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost. They caught
the last train for the coast the day the music died.
And they were singing: Bye-bye Miss American Pie, drove my
Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry. And them good old boys
were drinking whisky and rye, singing ‘This’ll be the day that I
die. This’ll be the day that I die.’ (Repeat Chorus)
Cache Notes:
This cache is a short distance off of the trail. The location is a
bit bouncy, for which I have adjusted the Difficulty rating. The
clue should help if you are having a hard time. Container is a
Lock&Lock about 6x6x8 inches.
Nominated as a Top Pick from the CTCachers.com Website
in the 'Series' Category.
