One of the geocaches we couldn't find last weekend really was missing, and now is replaced, so I took the opportunity to go back when Beth went out to her quilting class tonight. It's a cemetery in the middle of a cornfield, literally. There's a narrow access path, barely wide enough to drive down. I went after dinner with the kids...trying to beat the twilight, I didn't quite make it. But since I knew where it was supposed to be, I shined the headlights in that direction and ran there, got it, ran back to the van, and found my way out being blocked by an ATV driven by what was probably the couple that own the farm. Quite peevish, too. Demanding to know who I was and what I was doing there, taking my license plate, asking a lot of angry questions...she didn't believe me (and said so!) when I told her I was just visiting the cemetery because I like historical cemeteries (at NIGHT?!!). I just sat there and shrugged at her when she said I wasn't leaving until I gave her my name, address, and phone number. Eventually they moved out of the way and I went home. They were sure I was up to no good, but I think it really threw them to find the trespasser (not really, it's public land) was a thirtysomething in a minivan with two small children and not a teenager with a spray can.