I spend a few quiet lunches each summer at this ice cream stand. There are just days where life is made bearable by walking away and driving a few miles to this stand. A hot dog and chocolate malt make the rest of the day easier to face. It's a place where no one I know ever shows. I have one of these in most towns I travel. Today was a day calling out for a last visit with a hot dog and a chocolate malt.
After lunch, I decided to make a stop at Pitluck Preserve to search for a cache I had wanted to find for some time. It seemed the few times I have passed by, the site is popular with multiples of youth in the parking area.
The cache was a wreck. A wet, worn container placed by a cacher long gone from the game. The woods and stream were okay, but calling the area a nature preserve was a big stretch. The woods looked like the place where the locals threw the excess of building projects and the youth left their condom wrappers. These woods deserved better.