Intense haggling over whose turn it was to blog on the second leg ensued on the drive into "dantan" (as the natives call it). Many favors were exchanged and hearts were broken, but eventually yours truly won the coveted award and the rest became water under the bridge. Oh, and we sort of fixed the bagcam, too.
|Who could have predicted how much trouble would come out of a 1.5-inch diameter oddly-shaped cylindrical thing?|
|One of the first revived-bagcam shots. Hey... what's that plaque on the ground say?|
|Dan assures me that the bagcam is always pointed at a slightly different angle than what he's looking at.|
|It was about this time that I said in a loud voice, "Who wants the big heavy cryptex?"|
After some amount of unwrapping, the nature of the clues were revealed -- an instruction sheet, a page of modified photographs, a page of clues, and a large-print paragraph that was certainly the metapuzzle.
|The curse of moderninity is that the first step is not "solve the clue." The first step is "photograph the clue."|
|More terrifying in person, I assure you.|
|Ah, symbols, shapes, and unreadable gibberish. So much more comforting.|
Having no great leads besides my vague memory, we decide to trudge somewhat towards NOLA while thinking about the other photographs.
|This is an expert puzzle hunter doing what he does best: watching a teammate point in a completely useless direction.|
|No, not that building. That other building. Not that one either. THAT one.|