A point worth making: In September a cacher’s thoughts turn to frost—as in killing frost—the kind which dooms all the ticks we've come to detest. Until then, cachers should concentrate on caches accessible by kayaks or bicycles. Possibly closely mowed areas, like parks, public squares, or college quadrangles might offer some solace from summer’s ticks, poison ivy, and thorns, but if cachers can’t conveniently reach such places, perhaps giving up caching and holing up periodically in air-conditioned comfort with a treatise on the relative merits of trochaic, anapestic, dactylic, and iambic pentameter would make sense. Cachers could also consider whiling away the hours at ballparks, though in Balmer they’d probably sink into deep depression as they ponder the identities of those insidious hexers who’ve cast our beloved Orioles into a sort of Bermuda Triangle.
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