The GPS unit said I was about there. So I tucked it back into my pocket and started looking around.
I was on the Long Path on the top of the Palisades, near a kind-of-hidden rock ledge overlooking the Hudson River. It was a late summer-early fall morning, still kind of warm, and decent weather for a hike.
On this particular morning, though, I wasn’t on a full-length hike. I was there on a geocache run.
I’d keyed in the cache’s coordinates, and the clue that I was given said to look for a boulder, with your back facing the river.
So I start scanning. There are some rocks that are certainly big enough to qualify as boulders, but none of them, as far as I can see, have any crevices or gaps big enough to stash a cache.
After a few minutes, I stepped out onto the ledge itself to get another look at the area.
Then I noticed that there’s a crevice in the rock at the back of the ledge, and… “hey, that piece of asphalt doesn’t look like it was here originally.”
I lay down, on my stomach, to get a better look and…bingo!
I used my hiking pole to pull the chunk of asphalt, and the cache container (a plastic box about six inches square) it was holding in place, toward me.
It had the usual contents – plastic jewelry, business cards, a Scout badge, a few coins, etc. I added a bookmark to the cache and poked it back into the crevice for another searcher to find.