This is a story about the day my cache shut the town down.

I hid a nice cache in a new local walking park. It was a tube full of small school supplies. I hid it on Sunday afternoon with my husband and ten-year-old daughter. On Monday morning, the first cacher came and found it. When placing the cache back in the stump, the cacher was spotted by a muggle, who called the police! The police thought it was a pipe bomb! They blocked off the roads! Evacuated the nearby homes! Called the Naval Weapons bomb squad! The bomb squad brought out their special robot, which x-rayed the cache and found "wire and undetermined other objects" (the wire was probably the wire from the spiral note pad).

The bomb "experts" still thought it was a bomb, so they blew it up! Oh yeah, the local press was there, too!

The police had the poor cacher's car plate number (that was a very observant muggle!). The cacher told me it was one find he'll never forget! It made the front page of the local Bedford, Indiana paper, the Times-Mail. I was glad the article left out my name as well as that of the other cacher. It explained how this was an internet game using GPS.

I have learned to label my hides "Geocache" from now on. The tube was wrapped in camouflage duct tape, but had no geocache label. I've never seen a pipe bomb, but I guess they look like the cache I'd hidden.

Springville Park cache is now archived. It took me a while to see the humor of this situation. At work, I'm called the unibomber...that's not so funny!