We have this nice location that we discovered, and placed a cache there -- Bay Look Out Point. The cache location happens to be on a sparsely wooded small hill with a trail across the top of it, this has great scenic views, where a South Florida canal meets the ocean. It's an excellent fishing spot that many muggles know about and they often come here to fish, picnic and spend the day with their families. This truly is a neat area in Southeast Florida on the Atlantic Ocean between Miami and Key Largo. The cache is just off the trail leading away from the parking area. Take a short hike up the small hill onto the trail is required to get to the cache from the parking area – the trail ends at a shoreline of a small peninsula, at the ocean.

On a beautiful Sunday a week after placing the cache, we decided to go back there to fish and maybe meet some cachers that were going after our cache. In the first week the cache was visited five times already, and with our visit on a weekend we felt we had a good chance to meet a fellow geocacher.

We had spent a good part of the day there fishing, enjoying our favorite cold beverages and watching every car that came in to see if they were cachers going after our cache. We had a plan: If a cacher was to show up, we were going to wait until they made the find, and when they came back down the trail and toward their car where we could see them we would introduce ourselves.

The trail had been busy that day with muggles, because it was the weekend so we were very busy watching everyone like spies, or cops on a stakeout while we were fishing, hoping to spot a geocacher.

Then a group with about ten people in all showed up, in two vehicles. As they were parking, we were looking for any signs of them being geocachers -- bumper stickers, hats, T-shirts and, of course, the slick use of a GPS unit.

When they got out of their cars and headed up toward the trail, we noticed two of them had hiking staffs; we decided they must be cachers! Unfortunately we couldn't quite tell for sure and we were looking harder now to see who was utilizing the GPSr as they walked away from us.

The younger female member of the group had a cardboard box about the size of a shoebox and led the group onto the trail and up the hill.

I now was looking through my digital camera’s zoom lens unconsciously, trying to pick-out who in the group that had the GPSr. And again, I checked their vehicles for any signs of being a geocacher, and still nothing noticeable. But those hiking staffs? Maybe they were one of El Diablo's famous staffs?

We thought they had to be geocachers, but we just didn't see the GPSr. Maybe the box the girl was carrying had it and any trade items for the cache. With all the muggles in the area, they were playing it real cool, like pros. Or maybe they were there earlier and came back with the family or a geocaching club to show them this beautiful cache location.

We waited about thirty to forty minutes for the group to finally return to the trail head, and parking area. We were eagerly getting ready to approach them when we noticed something was amiss.

Some of them were crying, and were wiping away their tears with tissues (there was a tissue pack in the cache). We were started studying them even harder now, looking for at least one enlighten smile from anyone in the group.

What happened? we wondered. Did someone fall and get hurt, or was the cache that bad? We were frozen, totally puzzled. What was going on here?

Well, if the cache was that bad, there was no way we were going to introduce ourselves now. There were plenty of rocks to crawl under!

No one looked hurt, no limping, and no blood on any of them that we could see. We were completely baffled at this point. All kinds of scenarios were running through our minds. What went wrong? Do we still introduce ourselves now?

After a few moments we realized it was none of that, and they were not cachers at all -- it just took a more than a few more minutes to figure this out.

It seemed that a family member passed away and they all came there together to spread the ashes of the loved one. This would be a great place to do such a thing, in the Atlantic Ocean at the very tip of the small peninsula.

Never did see or meet any geocachers that day, but we did catch fish!