After wrapping up some work near Spirit Lake, I got out the GPS to find a few caches on my long road trip back to Des Moines. This is just a modern day treasure map, ahem, google maps versus Sanskrit cloth.

My favorite find was this one at the end of a swinging rope bridge, aptly named “Swingin’ in Estherville”. The rivers in Iowa are running really high from all the rain we’ve been having and this one was no exception. The river was loud and rumbling as I approached the bridge entrance.

Took a few deep breaths as I moved out to the center of the bridge. True to it’s name, it was swinging… and creaking… and I felt quite uncertain what would happen at any given moment. As if the world was about to drop out from under me. I felt like Indiana Jones. Well, minus the Thugees. And the screaming blonde. “Hang on lady, we going to go for a ride!”

Back to the task at hand – find the TREASURE! Ah, here it is! And I didn’t have to bring a sandbag.

I left the “Big O” travel bug here in sacrifice for all the oh’s and expletives uttered during the crossing of the rope bridge and got out of there before Mola Ram shows up. I forgot to bring my sword.