Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner!

What an excellent cache for my #150! I made a goal of 150 by Christmas and this gem was the one that made it happen. Cool place, fun history, and loads of swag...this is great!!

I was a little disappointed when I couldn't see the house, even from the road. No worries though! I'll just have to come back sometime, perhaps on a day when fresh chicken is being served.

I traded for a geocoin and will log it also. Thanks for the cache and the history lesson. Merry Christmas and God bless!

GC48EMX

Pecan Treet

Cache is a sample bottle given to me by a friend who sells essential oils. It's VERY small, but well-protected.

Beware of teeming muggles, especially when they might be hungry.

Bring a pen and tweezers

Back when Pflugerville had only 4,444 people and one high school, there was a lovely rock-and-cast-iron intersection sign where Heatherwilde Boulevard meets Pecan Street. Because of the business located here, people were always stealing the S from the sign so that it read "PECAN TREET." I don't know if the city gave up or enjoyed the humor or what, but eventually the S was never replaced. The sign is now gone but the memory remains. If you like, enjoy a treet while you're here.

BYOP. Bring tweezers too - you'll thank me for the advanced notice.

Happy hunting!

GC5HW1T

Fine Dining

HAPPY DANCE! HAPPY DANCE!! HAPPY DANCE!!!

I have tried this twice before. I scoured the area as much as my muggle-sense would allow. Many times have I leered at this location while driving by. Today, I read every single log on the cache's description before leaving work...some of them twice. None of that helped. At all.

Apparently the key to this one is going inside the building before your search. I never knew using the restroom had the power to break an invisibility spell! I saw it as soon as I came back out (but not from that angle). I am stunned!

Ok, enough rambling. Thanks for the fun and the lesson in perseverance. God bless!

GC30MFZ

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Aquarena Springs

It was a dark and stormy night. It sounds cliché but it’s true. The evidence was everywhere: wet, slick streets and small branches broken loose by the wind. I didn’t have time for a fresh pot of coffee and yesterday’s was cold; I drank it anyway and headed out into the night.

Anonymous contacts at GC, known only by their codenames, Waterweasel and Tygress, had tipped me off to the location of the hideout of an old “friend.” I thought the case had been closed years ago, but this new information led me to believe otherwise. The perp was Ralph Swimbacon. Everyone knew the slob was guilty of submerging children and forcing them to watch him bathe, but it had proved difficult to find evidence of the swine’s activities. Investigating his old lair just might turn the case in my favor.

Mazy, my trusty partner on countless cases, helped me navigate the darkened streets. Her experience has proved invaluable time and again. She guided me right to the location given me by Waterweasel and Tygress. The place looked abandoned. It could have been the hour; I may never know for sure because a locked chain blocked the most obvious route to the front door. Perhaps it would be best to observe from the shadows, an old fashioned stakeout.

I pulled out my file to review my old notes. I must have grabbed the wrong one in my rush to leave because, instead of notes on Swimbacon, I found information on geological formations and the flow of underground water. Despite my frustration at having the wrong file, I read intently. The dossier was lengthy but seemed incomplete; further investigation at the office would prove necessary. Mazy and I agreed to come back another time for more observations of Swimbacon’s lair, but before we left, I snapped a few photos. I doubt they’ll turn out very well because of the darkness. We’ll see.

During an uneventful drive to the office, with a brief stop at a local dive for fresh coffee, I continued to ponder the early morning’s discoveries. I attended to my regular routine, ensuring I was ready for a day’s work, and perhaps, a visit from some dame asking for help with the supposed murder of her beloved husband. Then I set about filling in the gaps in my file on the pig’s old lair.

The information proved interesting, educational even. But still no further leads on Ralph Swimbacon. Rumors circulated more than a decade ago that he’d finally met his maker, but I’m not so sure. My usual informants have been quiet about him since then. Maybe I’ll never know for sure. I’m closing this case again…for now.

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Portal to a Land of Wondrous Adventures

My family absolutely loves this place! There are always great events, usually free, and a neverending supply of adventure. We come a minimum of twice a week.

Thanks to the City of San Marcos and Ms. Susan Smith for the facility, the permission to place a cache, and the countless hours of work that go into maintaining this Portal to a Land of Wondrous Adventures.

Small, camo canister. BYOP.

This cache asks a question on the log sheet. Answering is absolutely optional but will also generate conversation, either on the cache's webpage or among cachers in a group. If you write your answer on the physical log sheet, please keep it brief to maximize the space for other cachers to sign.

FTF goes to BulldogBlitz. Congrats!

GC5EGXX

Cactus Tree

This is my first find! Wasn't pursposefully geocaching. Just checking for lizards on a hike with my son. The log book is full.

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