A-Team Adventure
On a Saturday a few weeks ago Steffi (aka stefmaus) and I went for a cache that was bothering us since a while. We have been at the location twice, each time being teased by people writing it was an easy find.
The cache is at a bridge over a creek. At both sides high earth piles corner the creek and avoid it stepping over its boundaries when it carries a lot of water. The piles are covered with long grass.
Both times we have been there we searched thoroughly. It was easy back then because the weather was bad one time and late evening the other time so that not many people came along.
At that Saturday though a lot of people used the bridge. It connects a well liked and used way to walk along for the citizens of the nearby town. The walking and biking crowds made it difficult to search the cache under stealth.
And right this was what made it adventurous.
As child I read a lot of spy stories and way fan of such TV shows. A-Team, Knight Rider, (children) spy books, all of that. So my first try at the bridge was a thrill.
When we arrived we occupied a bank from where we had a good view of the ways leading to the bridge. Shortly after settling down I started my first hike under the bridge. Though I looked thoroughly, I didn’t find the cache. Just when I wanted to step back out I heard a couple bikers closing in and passing the bridge. So I staid under the bridge and let them pass. I felt just like being Murdock of the A-Team climbing under a bridge investigating something. Steffi was Amy, covering me and giving me hints when I had to stay under cover and trying not to give away our doing.
Once they passed and Amy (Steffi) gave her okay, I climbed out.
We switched roles and now it was her turn. It was similar exciting as another couple of bikers passed the bridge.
When Amy returned not being successful, I grabbed my gloves to search in a small pile of earth under the bridge. Just at that moment a couple rested on a bank on the other side of the river. As they were looking the other side, this was fine and I could slip back out. Not so fine was an old woman on her bike stopping to talk with them. She was looking all around while talking, seeming desperate to miss anything. Amy and I named her as the tattletale of the nearby town.
They talked and talked and she watched and watched. Virtually endless. When the man of the couple was done with the conversation it took them another 15 minutes until they were gone.
Fortunately it was late enough so that the trail was less 
frequent used. I took another turn in finding the cache under bridge. When Amy gave me a hint I climbed up just in time not to be discovered by two bikers passing the bridge.
Amy took another turn but we were not successful.
Though we didn’t find the cache, I enjoyed the time and the adventure a lot. This is what geocaching is about for me.
