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A two-part cache, not beginning at the listed coords.
First, as usual, we are using decimal degrees.
Second, once you reach Waypoint 8 of Look low (must like spiders) GC3HXHG…. well, wait, Kitty wants to say something.
Kitty here. Like, do this. Get to Waypoint 8. Guess the coords for waypoint Nine. Write them down like this
39.52ABCD -119.82EFGH
Next, add these numbers to what you guess are the coords 0.007364 and -0.004097. No, wait, no, add, like, one number only. Don’t add both numbers. Just add one number. Like, listen. Listen, add, like, one number to one coord, and, like, one number, like, that’s the other number, Bibbro says, to the other coord. One number to one number. The other number to the other number. Keep it simple. Keep it simple? Yeah, how many times have I heard that? Okay. Okay. Don’t get distracted. Okay, where was I? Okay. Right. Like, next, after you add the numbers, like, the one number, and, like, the other number, to one coord and to the other coord, what do you get? Like, new coords! Go there. Like, if you go there and find what you are looking for, then, like, you know you found it and so you know where you are. And where to go. And if you go where that tells you, then you almost know how to get where you want to go. See, it is simple.
Kitty here again. I’m back. August 12. It's summer already. Wow.
Okay. Like nobody has found this one. Maybe you didn’t find it because it wasn’t there. I checked on it. It was gone. Bibbro says maybe the rain got it. I don’t know what happened. I replaced it. Then it rained like crazy last week, and it was still there. And dry. Anyway, so.
So here is a hint. A hint poem. I made a poem. Recognize the tune? I sang it on jaycation—that’s what Bibbro calls it. Jaycation. Not vacation. Not fun. No caching. No internet. I sang mostly to myself.
Somewhere down from the waypoint, yes, quite nigh,
I’m the cache that you look for, could be I’m wet or dry.
I wait down from the waypoint,
Wait for you,
And the decoy you dread to find,
Maybe waits there too.
Some day you'll calculate the points,
And choose one where the first ain’t far above me,
Where water flows in streams from drops,
But most all the time it simply stops.
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere down from the waypoint,
Children crawl.
They crawl down from the waypoint.
Why then oh why can't y’all?
If happy little children crawl
Around the GZ why can’t y’all?
See you soon.
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