It is disappointing to me when a cache doesn't come close to realizing the potential of its surroundings.
One nearby suburban cache required a short walk along a dry creek, shady and desolate given the nearby population, with plenty of trees around for cover. As I turned a bend in the creek, I noticed an old, steel-grey piece of iron machinery towards the middle of the creek bed. It had a number of gears, levers, and obviously at some point in history was used for something. But for what? A pump? A mill? A discarded piece of shop machinery? Anyone's guess.
So where was the cache? In a film canister hanging by a tree on the creek bank. No cache on this crazy piece of equipment, and no mention of it in the description.
It's what basically stopped my interest in frequent cache hunting - the proliferation of caches without regard for context or environment. And, if a potentially interesting space in the surrounding city becomes free during the archiving process, it's often the same cachers who jump on it, and another taped-up film canister is hanging there the next day.
