With two travel bugs in my possession, I drove to Bonnyville today. I was looking for a medium size cache outside of the town because the goat travel bug I had (which originated in Tennessee and has traveled over 15,000 km already) needed to go into a rural cache. I found the cache once I crossed a ditch and looked under a tree. It was in a camouflaged Kraft peanut butter container. Behind the trees were fields of white cows (no goats). On my way there, I saw a sign with a bird on top, and the old Duclos Hospital. I had never seen either before so I was glad for this new route and view.
Venturing further into Bonnyville, I drove into the suburbs by the Bonnyville Public library. I was looking for a cache on someone’s property. My GPS lead me to a gated backyard area. I was hoping the cache was in there because the backyard was filled with a huge wooden playhouse in the trees. But I decided to knock on the door and talk to the owners “just in case”. I am glad I did because the geocache was not hidden in the tree house area where I was headed. It was in their non-gated front yard. How embarrassing. The lesson I learned today was pay more attention to the hint (beneath the man with a green E-43 hat) then the directions on the GPS. I shudder to think what would have happened had I wandered into their backyard, and routed around in the children’s tree house. I may have quit geocaching for good.
The first cache I found was filled with green Army men and a doll in a dirty white dress. I didn’t take anything from it, but I did pose them all on my car and took a photograph. (I wouldn’t have been surprised if their plastic feet melted onto the car trunk. It was that hot outside.) The other cache was packed with small children’s toys. I took something that resembled a chicken and left a pirate geocoin. The pirate had traveled approximately 650 km and originated in the Pincher Creek area.