When Peter and Ralph got back under the bridge, Eric was gone but the box was still sitting where Ralph had left it.

“Where’d he go?”, asked Ralph.

“Who knows? What is Kurt looking at?”

“He’s facing that direction, toward the cul de sac”, Ralph said pointing beyond the blackberry brambles.

“And I bet that is a DEAD END sign. Cute”, said Peter.

Peter and Ralph walked through the bushes along the river bank. It was just a short walk up the bank to the street. When they got to the pavement, they looked at the sign, which was a DEAD END warning.

“There’s got to be something near the sign pole”, Peter said.

Ralph ran over and looked around the pole and barricade. There was a derelict street light base with a door on it. He slid the cover to the side and saw a plastic container.

“Found it!”, he yelled to Peter.

“What’s in this one?”, Peter asked.

“Another laminated card. There’s a picture of Kurt Cobain on one side and it says, http://tinyurl.com/6b86w8, on the other.”

“OK, I’ll write than down on the cheat sheet. This didn’t say it was a virtual cache, did it?”, Peter asked.

“What does that mean? It said it was a multipart cache I think.”

“Virtual caches don’t have boxes or log books, but this one did so it’s kind of a hybrid I guess”, said Peter. “Go write your name and the date in the log book. Do you want to leave the box here or take it back up to the woods?”

“Can we take it back? Do you mind?”

“No, that’s fine. You have pay for some gas though”, Peter said starting to walk back to the bridge.

“OK, I will. Let me get the box and we’ll go put it where it’s supposed be. The little Sasquatch did want to be taken back home. It’s too bad Eric left the other card at his house”, Ralph said.

“Maybe you can get it from him later”, Peter replied.

They got back in the van to haul everything back to the spot in the woods. Ralph was pretty excited to be armed with a URL to check out when he got home and that he found the log book to record his find. He put his name in the book and also wrote that the box had been stolen by both the Sasquatch and a crazy bartender, but was still returned to its proper location.

Peter didn’t make the mistake of pulling into the first logging road this time and just motored up the gravel road to get this adventure over with. Ralph had brought along a couple Lego figurines to leave in the ammo box as souvenirs for fellow geocachers and he was trying to show Peter.

“I brought a policeman and a knight, see?”, Ralph said holding them up.

Peter looked at what Ralph was holding just as something hit the windshield. “What was that?”, he exclaimed.

Ralph jumped out of his seat and looked out the rear window. “Stop!”

Peter stopped the van and Ralph hopped out the sliding door. Ralph ran back to the side of the road about thirty feet behind the van. Peter got out and walked over.

“It’s another shoe!”, Ralph yelled.

“Not again”, said Peter, shaking his head.

Ralph poked at it with a stick and he saw that the shoe included an occupant. “It’s another foot!”

“What is it with you and the severed feet?”, Peter asked.

Peter and Ralph were looking at the foot when they heard a loud noise. They both jumped and turned to face the van. The van’s sliding door had slid open and hit the end stop, making a pop. They turned to each other and laughed when they heard another noise behind them. It was the sound of a branch breaking.

Slowly, they both turned around towards the noise that seemed to be just on the edge of the road. Standing still and quiet, they listened to see it if happened again. Then there was a whine. Softly at first, it got louder, more rhythmic and they found themselves not able to move anything but their eyes. Peter looked over towards Ralph, who was looking back in fear. Their eyes all shot forward when another branch snapped and the whining stopped.

Then someone or something moved through the brush, fast and noisily, away from where they stood. They regained the ability to move and they tried to see what it was that held them so, but seeing nothing.

“Did you see that?”, asked Ralph.

“Nope. And I don’t want to see it. I’m totally ready to get out of here”, said Peter.

“Where’s your curiosity, your sense of adventure?”, asked Ralph.

“Where’s your survival instinct? You have kids!”, Peter replied.

“Oh, yeah, the kids. I better not get eaten by a bear”, Ralph answered.

They got back in the van and decided that that ammo box could be left down at the bridge where they found it. Someone else could put it back. Maybe Sasquatch would come get and bring it back up into the woods, he was the one that left it down by the river.