I started Geocaching in my junior year of high school. Bam, immediately I was like “I gotta hide some caches”! And so I did, three of them. They were all duds. The first got muggled or run over by a lawnmower and I never went back to replace it. The second was made out of an Altoid can, and yes, as many of you can guess, the first rain turned it into a rusted shut container. The cache was titled “A Beautiful Ending” and of course every log began with (and rightfully so) “This was not “A Beautiful Ending””. The third one was in a big tree in another park where every night kids partied under the tree and stole the cache.
My geocaching drive waned and became nothing for 5 years until I took an impromptu detour to see the F-14 down the road and… hey wait! There’s a Geocache here!
This is my apology / gift to the Long Island Geocaching community. Forgive me of the three awful caches, the rust, the DNF’s, the muggles. I am amazed at how big the game and community has grown, with there now being a couple of thousand caches only miles from my door. It is the community that has given me the enjoyment of hiking with friends, the countless cuts and bruises, the many thorn bushes I have stepped in, and of course, waiting for a muggle to drive away from a lamp post.
AS FOR THE ACTUAL CACHE! You're looking for a purple key chain pill holder. It's in a little bit of a squeeze, you might need some tweezers or a poking and proding stick or just small hands. Just free your mind and wade through the vines. Or don't, maybe, I dont know!
The park is relatively quite but muggles can be around!