After two straight days of no finds, I figured a change of location was in order. I recruited the help of Team Lost's newest unofficial member, Tiny Dancer. And I tell you, she had the hot hands tonight.
I wrote down the coordinates for three caches, got a few things together, and headed out. First on the list was
S4, Jesse Rogers Cemetery (GCG77F). We approached the entrance to the Cemetery and quickly read the sign that said "Closed From Dusk Till Dawn." Being the night before Halloween, and realizing the wonderful reference of a horror movie title, I decided I didn't care. We headed in.
The cache consisted of finding birth/death dates of a couple people and plugging in numbers in order to find the coordinates of the cache. The GPS was apparently bouncing off the spirits of the dead, because it was going nuts. After 20 minutes of searching with a single flashlight, we managed to find the numbers we needed. Unfortunately we plugged in a birth date instead of a death date, so we were headed in the total wrong direction of the cache. Tiny Dancer figured that out after the GPS was pointing to the other side of a fence. We quickly went back to the headstone, found the correct numbers, and headed in a more appropriate direction.
Closing in on the destination, we poked around in some bushes for a bit and didn't see anything. I rarely print out the cache sheets, so I didn't have any clues or anything to go on. I figured I'd use my phone-a-friend to call DeepDigger, and as I was asking him for some clues, Tiny Dancer proclaimed "I think I found it." Sure enough, I looked over and she had the cache in her hands. It was a micro. I let her sign the log since she was the finder. We quickly replaced the cache and took off. We didn't want to stay in a graveyard in the dark on the eve of Halloween. (Also we forgot to take pictures of this one, sorry!)
En route to destination #2,
Nan's Kitchen Cache #2 (GCQHNH), we were in good spirits. I told the Dancer that we were going to a park, and she realized the direction we were headed was a park she used to play in as a child. Sure enough, she confirmed this when the GPS clocked down. We hopped out of the car and followed the arrow that we've come to love and hate. It pointed to some bushes and ... wait. What happened? Oh, looks like the GPS has breathed its last breath. Karma from poking around in a graveyard prior? Who knows. As I was about to suggest turning back to get more batteries, I heard what has begun to be a familiar sound: Tiny Dancer gloating about another find.

"I see it!" she said, heading around the fence to the cache and out she came with a huge tupperware box.
We popped her open and you could see stars in her eyes as she looked over her first cache with inventory. She poked around and took out a pencil with a snowman eraser. In return we left gorilla-my-dreams travel bug. I was sad to see him go. He had a long trip to Florida from South Carolina. I wish him well.
I was really enjoying the night. It had been so long since I had found a cache and here we were two for two! We left and stopped at a gas station to get some fresh batteries for the GPS and another flashlight. The Dancer also wanted to buy a little something to leave in a later cache, so she bought a 8 pack of dice. I believe she may be getting addicted. :)
Time for cache #3,
Don't Tread on Me (GCTE5G). I remembered reading the details, and it was under the Brooks Bridge. We drove around until we found our way under there, and parked. Be weary, those who dare venture down to this one. You'll find some nice stuff on your shoes if you're not careful. We smelled this one for the rest of the night.
After about 5 minutes of looking around with our flashlights, Dancer said "I have an idea!" I don't know what she was on, but I need some. Boy was she on tonight! Of course, I didn't discount her for a second. It didn't surprise me a bit when she came out with the cache. That was three in a row for her! Am I that bad?

She popped open the small bottle and pulled all the contents out. A travel bug! Without a thought she pocketed the bug, threw in some dice and signed the log.
Having found three caches, we decided we had time for a couple more. Called up Deep again and got the coordinates to one I saw when I was looking on the site earlier in the day.
Fort Walton Landing, another micro. Woo freaking hoo. She knew where the landing was, so she drove there as I put in the numbers. Parked as close as we could and hoofed it to the location. Read the clues to ourselves over and over, but couldn't figure out anything.

We gently pulled everything we could get our hands on, but nothing came out of the ground. We almost gave up three or four times. As I climbed the hill to leave, I saw one last thing to pull up, and out it came. Yes! I finally found one! One out of four isn't bad, right?
As I called Deep to gloat, Dancer unscrewed it and pulled out the log.

It's my turn to sign! Yeah! Signed it, felt good inside and placed it back. Four for four. I couldn't believe it.
Having a little bit of time left, we got one more set of coordinates from the Team Lost Headquarters (Deep's house as he tried to eat.)
The Library Cache (GCYEEY) was at a Library (appropriately) right up the road. We parked at a car wash and made a short walk to the library. We looked for about 30 seconds as we realized there was a homeless guy shuffling around near the library behind us. Being the safe geocachers that we are, we decided it would be a good idea to leave. We walked (quickly!) to our car and made the drive home.
Was a great night. Can't wait to get out again. I wonder how I'll fare without her?