By this point, I was getting worn out. I am unused to hiking and the caches were beginning to blur in my memory. Afraid that I might be getting dehydrated, I drank water, lots of it. When in the Texas heat, it’s best to drink regardless of your state of thirst.
Unsure that I was ready to take the lead, I plugged in the coordinates manually. Had they “taken”? I set off up the hill in the direction my faithful Garmin told me to go.
The hill was covered in prairie grass and wildflowers. I may have been following a social trail or I may have been following an animal trail. All I know is that the grass appeared a bit more downtrodden on our route.
We circled one band of trees. Was the cache in there? No.
We found another small grove and fanned out in our search. I was the first to spot the bonus cache. It was another skirt cache in a traditional ammo box.