My first geocaching experience was a success. I went up to the eighth floor of the library on my break, and located the book in question. Inside was a blue folder with various bits of paper and a logbook. To my slight disappointment, all the origami things were gone, as was the "Where's George" bill. Some of the contributions were a bit junky, like plain-paper printouts of pictures. I found a pretty leaf photo that I liked, finally, when I was on the verge of taking nothing. I left some UCSD postcards.
But I learned very little about the brain stem of the cat. Yuk.