I said I’d do a post a week… I started off with a fire & brimstone one, filled with politics and stuff that would make it go viral in an instant. but decided that I’m just getting over some crud, so I really don’t want my mind, being fueled by orange juice & hot tea, make me type something I’d regret.  SO instead for this week you get a comic.

Here’s the story, Sue (who has always cached more than me, but tends not to talk about it as much) was out in Las Vegas on a business trip.  She had some time before the whole thing started so she rented a car and drove all over the place to, as she likes to put it, “Color in the map.”  She texted me a photo and asked- can you figure out where the cache is?  I was reminded that I got some things wrong in my depiction, but I’m claiming that is to help save the honor of the cache owner.  Although there are many ways to hide a cache in the desert, sometimes, you don’t have many choices. And, no- she did not sign Cecil’s name to the log…  Cecil has decided that actually logging caches requires way too much effort, he’s always behind, the stress, his fragile little evil monkey heart- he still does go out sometimes, but rarely actually logs finds- ook! just takes too long to write.