Twice, while peeing in the woods, I spotted a geocache.
In one box, I found a pair of haircutting scissors. It was up
near a lookout tower that I’d hiked hours to. That hike about
killed me. I had to rest all the next day to get my electrolytes
balanced. I rolled out my sleeping bag on a metal frame and
mattress. One should stay away from metal in a lightning storm—
there was metal all over that tower. Once when I was young,
I was in a tower when it was struck by lightning. It was the loudest
noise and brightest light I’ve ever seen. I was terrified. If I hide
a box for someone to find, I would put in it a booklet of lightning
rules, a notebook and pencil, a pocket knife, and a compass.
I would leave a note that said, write your dreams and find your way.