After the whole key incidence, we are feeling that luck was on our side! After our fill of chocolate....we head for the next nearest cache. No way, am I even touching the keys! Peanut puts them above the tire. As we head down this little trail, we realize that this has to be the path the owner took to hide the last cache. Duh...why we never listen to our common sense is really beyond us...but....we head out!
Half way down the path, reading the description out loud...something is wrong...the terrain is not fitting the area. Re check everything....ahhhh...this makes sense, we are using the coords of one cache, and reading the description of another....see I told you our ju-ju was completely off. We get that all quickly turned around...feeling a little better that this cache is not in a wooded area...we are finally on flat ground, nice dirt packed trail.....and WHAM! Peanuts down! Tripped over....ahhh... nothing...own two feet. Good grief ! We find the cache...head out!
Next cache area...nice little cache...kinda of a grassy area....looks like the last cachers....took some time to find it ( and they are good cachers) I am convinced we can find it...after all we just found keys...in a jungle! Heading down a little slope....and WHAM....I am down! What the ------------? Peanut does a whole photo shoot...as she is laughing...."all I saw was a blur of white...."
Ok...day over....we decided not to press our luck! 2 downs and we are done! Crack open the Mikes hard lemonade...this has been a hell of a day!
Cheers!
Monday, September 13, 2010
UH ...OH
It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Yes, I had the keys, we both knew it...I had the keys when I locked her car. I had the keys when we entered the woods. I had the keys when I poked a small knot hole. I had the keys on my left hand, ring finger. So....why was it, when I looked down and saw no keys....that I said...I gave them to you. Now really that was said like a hopeful question....but I knew.....I HAD NO KEYS!
We both just stared down at my hands, no keys. I slowly patted my jean pockets, no keys. Neither one of us has said one word....but it was like slow motion as we both turn our heads, and surveyed the area....the vast area of "wooded jungle" The 116 foot circumference that we have just trampled all over.
Ok...remaining calm, let's just do the obvious...use the spare. No spare? No spare at home either? Looking at all our options, we realize: holiday weekend.....no spare key....no Saturn dealers....we are on call for work....and NO...I am NOT calling her hubby!
We did have a small laugh, after all this is our luck and just unreal! The options were narrowed down to looking for the keys . After all we had to make an effort. I decided to start looking while I was practicing the words I would use when I make the call.
Peanut started out with the theory...no way, we are never going to find the keys. I was determined. After searching, I decided we were never gonna find the keys, but Peanut was reassuring me, we could find them. When we decided it was hopeless...we did the obvious....we split up, ... hanging onto our phones....no need losing each other at this point....and started literally searching every inch of trampled down grass!
I can not even tell you where we were, or how long we had been looking, or how I happened to look down and see the keys... embedded in mud...neither one of us can even believe we found the keys...but we did !
Babbling at 100 words a minute, we somehow managed to find our way out of this jungle. After brushing off the bugs, pulling off the cockaburs, and making a much needed chocolate pit stop... we headed off to the next cache. After all, how much worse could this day get.
Wow....we found the keys! (Thanks Goldy)
We both just stared down at my hands, no keys. I slowly patted my jean pockets, no keys. Neither one of us has said one word....but it was like slow motion as we both turn our heads, and surveyed the area....the vast area of "wooded jungle" The 116 foot circumference that we have just trampled all over.
Ok...remaining calm, let's just do the obvious...use the spare. No spare? No spare at home either? Looking at all our options, we realize: holiday weekend.....no spare key....no Saturn dealers....we are on call for work....and NO...I am NOT calling her hubby!
We did have a small laugh, after all this is our luck and just unreal! The options were narrowed down to looking for the keys . After all we had to make an effort. I decided to start looking while I was practicing the words I would use when I make the call.
Peanut started out with the theory...no way, we are never going to find the keys. I was determined. After searching, I decided we were never gonna find the keys, but Peanut was reassuring me, we could find them. When we decided it was hopeless...we did the obvious....we split up, ... hanging onto our phones....no need losing each other at this point....and started literally searching every inch of trampled down grass!
I can not even tell you where we were, or how long we had been looking, or how I happened to look down and see the keys... embedded in mud...neither one of us can even believe we found the keys...but we did !
Babbling at 100 words a minute, we somehow managed to find our way out of this jungle. After brushing off the bugs, pulling off the cockaburs, and making a much needed chocolate pit stop... we headed off to the next cache. After all, how much worse could this day get.
Wow....we found the keys! (Thanks Goldy)
Monday, September 6, 2010
4 Little Words
How can 4 little words, wipe a smile right off your face? Well, let me tell you... they did! Let's start from the beginning......Peanut and I are both put on call....decided to go do a little geocaching. Now to be on call for your job...takes a lot of "little requirements" for the most part you stay by the phone and wait to be called in. BUT NO! ... we decide to go caching.
In preparation, we do our hair, put on make-up, load the car with shoes, scrubs....and all the likes. Have to be half way presentable , and we have only a small time frame to get into work....so we feel we are chancing it, but do-able.
First we run around knocking a few errands off the list, then , of course, we have to eat. See, if we get called in, we won't have time to eat. Food is a necessity, it seems!
With a boat race being held in the area...we decide to go get a few caches, " a little further out".
First stop, looks ok. We head across a park, " knowing " the cache is going to be in the woods...outer tree line. EZ!!!!! But when we get to the tree line...our phones ( no longer, worthy of the term gps) tells us, we have some almost 400 feet to go in. Now common sense tells us, that the owner...no way... took this route to hide that cache. This is not only a woods, but it has a jungle inside ! These grasses/weeds/ foliage is way over our head, and they are not the kind you "part"...they are woven into each other. It was like being a tick in macrame. We walk along the outside of the woods, until our little blue ball, lines up....tossing common sense to the wayside...we walk in.
Peanut is a navigational guru..need I remind you...I am not. We purge ahead. The little blue ball is bouncing all right....we are all over the place. The closest we got was 22 feet....and, of course, trying to sharpen up the numbers, we attempt to get a little closer...no way...now we are at 116 feet. Common sense, our ju-ju and Peanut's navigational skills seem to be gone! So, when I say...follow me...everyone should be a little afraid.
Some time later, we come across the cache. We do our little celebratory dance...sign the log, Peanut takes pictures to use as evidence..(.also as exhibit #1,) for when she challenges the term "knot hole" vs "woodpecker hole"
We have to laugh aloud...as we are covered with cocaburs , so much for make-up, hair is full of twigs and leaves. We have to laugh, hope we don't get called in...
So, with those thoughts, we decide to get our act together...first is find our way out. And with that thought....the 4 little words are spoken!
You may be thinking...what? I have to pee.... (nope) which way is out... (nope) is that work calling.... (nope) my phone is dead...(nope) what a great cache....(definitely nope)
WORSE....believe me....!!!!!!
You have the keys........
In preparation, we do our hair, put on make-up, load the car with shoes, scrubs....and all the likes. Have to be half way presentable , and we have only a small time frame to get into work....so we feel we are chancing it, but do-able.
First we run around knocking a few errands off the list, then , of course, we have to eat. See, if we get called in, we won't have time to eat. Food is a necessity, it seems!
With a boat race being held in the area...we decide to go get a few caches, " a little further out".
First stop, looks ok. We head across a park, " knowing " the cache is going to be in the woods...outer tree line. EZ!!!!! But when we get to the tree line...our phones ( no longer, worthy of the term gps) tells us, we have some almost 400 feet to go in. Now common sense tells us, that the owner...no way... took this route to hide that cache. This is not only a woods, but it has a jungle inside ! These grasses/weeds/ foliage is way over our head, and they are not the kind you "part"...they are woven into each other. It was like being a tick in macrame. We walk along the outside of the woods, until our little blue ball, lines up....tossing common sense to the wayside...we walk in.
Peanut is a navigational guru..need I remind you...I am not. We purge ahead. The little blue ball is bouncing all right....we are all over the place. The closest we got was 22 feet....and, of course, trying to sharpen up the numbers, we attempt to get a little closer...no way...now we are at 116 feet. Common sense, our ju-ju and Peanut's navigational skills seem to be gone! So, when I say...follow me...everyone should be a little afraid.
Some time later, we come across the cache. We do our little celebratory dance...sign the log, Peanut takes pictures to use as evidence..(.also as exhibit #1,) for when she challenges the term "knot hole" vs "woodpecker hole"
We have to laugh aloud...as we are covered with cocaburs , so much for make-up, hair is full of twigs and leaves. We have to laugh, hope we don't get called in...
So, with those thoughts, we decide to get our act together...first is find our way out. And with that thought....the 4 little words are spoken!
You may be thinking...what? I have to pee.... (nope) which way is out... (nope) is that work calling.... (nope) my phone is dead...(nope) what a great cache....(definitely nope)
WORSE....believe me....!!!!!!
You have the keys........
Saturday, September 4, 2010
The Big Guns
My excuse for not finding a cache on the first time around, of course, was the "it was getting dark excuse" . But now that I know the big guns are here, there is no way in hell, I am going out with my little blue dot on my I-phone, looking for a cache.
So lock the doors, close the curtains, stay inside! And just like a tornado, they blew through town getting cache after cache! We may take a beating in the logs, but we are so excited they came to do OUR caches !
Monday, August 30, 2010
Next Stop
I am running out of sporting Goods stores. My mentor suggests I go to Walmart, with a crack about being from down south and all, I would enjoy Walmart. Even my response was not printable. I do stop in Target, and see they have a Geomate for $69.00 You know the little yellow one with the smiling face. I tell myself, to have a little more confidence in myself, and I move on. It was on my next store I see a Magellan.
Immediate flash back. Goldy had a Magellan. He must have used it when he took the paraplane up. I found it when I cleaned out some stuff in the basement. No idea really what it was. I turned it on....nothing...I changed the batteries...I turned it on. All these numbers come up. A " N ' a "W" some numbers, dots, degree signs. Hell, I don't know what it is. I carry it around for a couple of days, and every time I looked at it, the numbers were constantly changing...hmmm...must be broke...I pitched it! If I could go back in time...and if I listened real close, I probably would have heard Goldy telling me...ahh, don't throw that out, you are gonna need that some day.
I go home empty handed.
Immediate flash back. Goldy had a Magellan. He must have used it when he took the paraplane up. I found it when I cleaned out some stuff in the basement. No idea really what it was. I turned it on....nothing...I changed the batteries...I turned it on. All these numbers come up. A " N ' a "W" some numbers, dots, degree signs. Hell, I don't know what it is. I carry it around for a couple of days, and every time I looked at it, the numbers were constantly changing...hmmm...must be broke...I pitched it! If I could go back in time...and if I listened real close, I probably would have heard Goldy telling me...ahh, don't throw that out, you are gonna need that some day.
I go home empty handed.
This just gets better
The next stop is a sporting goods store...a man thing. I can count on one finger how many times I have been in a store like this. It was years ago, and Goldy was looking for, who knows what, and all I remember was walking around looking at things, and being in total awe that they sell deer pee or something. Ok, moving on...Enter store, greeted with a Can I help you find something? Sure ( being female and all, I can ask for directions) I am now headed to the back left section of the store. Thank God, he didn't send me North East or something.
Sure enough there is a whole section of GPS's...all lined up and ready to play with. I did notice a high-pitch sound, kinda irritating, but I am thinking it is some kind of man toy. I am eyeing the units..I am reading the little demo thing. They actually have them categorized according to geocaching experience. I think I am in heaven. And to make things better, that noise is gone. I pick up the first GPS...and there goes that noise! Did I do that? I ask the salesman. Well, it turns out, the alarm system has gone bonkers, and the salesman doesn't have the right key to shut it off. Good grief! Oh well, I can still look. I think I narrow it down to a couple...I reach over and just touch the screen...and sure enough, there goes the alarm....Ok I am out of here!
Sure enough there is a whole section of GPS's...all lined up and ready to play with. I did notice a high-pitch sound, kinda irritating, but I am thinking it is some kind of man toy. I am eyeing the units..I am reading the little demo thing. They actually have them categorized according to geocaching experience. I think I am in heaven. And to make things better, that noise is gone. I pick up the first GPS...and there goes that noise! Did I do that? I ask the salesman. Well, it turns out, the alarm system has gone bonkers, and the salesman doesn't have the right key to shut it off. Good grief! Oh well, I can still look. I think I narrow it down to a couple...I reach over and just touch the screen...and sure enough, there goes the alarm....Ok I am out of here!
Searching for a GPS
I am being mentored on GPS 's. I have a list a mile long...I am looking at Garmins, Colorado, Oregons and a few other states! But, think about it...when someone with 1 million caches, suggests a GPS....to someone with 300 caches, ahhh there is a problem. I don't have a clue..... I decide I am the "hands on" type of person, I want to see it....I want to hold it, I want to check out all the screens. I have my own list, one of the top requirements is the compass thingy. I hate when they always point North...I want it to point, or at least tell me, what direction I am heading. I want it to be like my rear view mirror in the car.
It is a Sunday, I never have Sundays off, so I really don't know what people do on Sundays....so I decide to get me a GPS ! Ya baby! I grab my list, purse, credit card, you know the whole entourage that go with females...and as a last minute thought, I grab a TB that I need to drop off.
I now have it set up that new releases are sent to my phone, so, of course, I think I am all cool and everything. I saw a new TB Hotel was released and it is on my way, or it could be on my way...so grab the TB
First stop, drop off the bug. I get to the site...I pull it up on my I-phone, I read the logs....uh oh...the coords are off. OMG...I feel for this person...if I knew where they lived I would drop off food! I go to GZ and look in a 30 foot circle...nothing...Ok, no problem, the TB can stay with me.
I head for the GPS store. As I am looking over all the GPs's....a salesman comes over...why yes, he can help. I tell him I need a GPS for geocaching. For what? Ok, now really, even the GPS people are listing that this device is Geocaching compatible...so if you are gonna sell Gps's, I would think the salesperson would know something about Geocaching. Ok, I know nothing about GPS's and you know nothing about Geocaching, so really, cute kid, this relationship is not gonna work! Can you call someone from the Geek Squad or something? He sends over another salesperson. This dude, not so cute, says....you geocache? and he says it like, he was saying...you were in the swimsuit edition of Sports illustrated? I hold my head up, yes I geocache! ( he doesn't need to know) Do you? Ah, no, but I know people that do. I actually had a sigh of relief. You see, if he did geocache, the next thing out of his mouth would have been...what is your caching name....and I swear to God, even being a Sunday, I would have lied. Iprobably would have said I was #2 of Just Us.
The next 30 mins we discuss geocaching. All the geocachers he knows are Geologists at the college....am I a geologist he asks...ah no...do you ever read Sports Illustrated?
We move on...he tries to play with the GPS units and I try to explain Geocahing. So, he asks, you just enter the coords, and it takes you to the treasure? Ah...ya...not my caches....my caches are 30 feet off. Ok...I am done here...off to the next place!
It is a Sunday, I never have Sundays off, so I really don't know what people do on Sundays....so I decide to get me a GPS ! Ya baby! I grab my list, purse, credit card, you know the whole entourage that go with females...and as a last minute thought, I grab a TB that I need to drop off.
I now have it set up that new releases are sent to my phone, so, of course, I think I am all cool and everything. I saw a new TB Hotel was released and it is on my way, or it could be on my way...so grab the TB
First stop, drop off the bug. I get to the site...I pull it up on my I-phone, I read the logs....uh oh...the coords are off. OMG...I feel for this person...if I knew where they lived I would drop off food! I go to GZ and look in a 30 foot circle...nothing...Ok, no problem, the TB can stay with me.
I head for the GPS store. As I am looking over all the GPs's....a salesman comes over...why yes, he can help. I tell him I need a GPS for geocaching. For what? Ok, now really, even the GPS people are listing that this device is Geocaching compatible...so if you are gonna sell Gps's, I would think the salesperson would know something about Geocaching. Ok, I know nothing about GPS's and you know nothing about Geocaching, so really, cute kid, this relationship is not gonna work! Can you call someone from the Geek Squad or something? He sends over another salesperson. This dude, not so cute, says....you geocache? and he says it like, he was saying...you were in the swimsuit edition of Sports illustrated? I hold my head up, yes I geocache! ( he doesn't need to know) Do you? Ah, no, but I know people that do. I actually had a sigh of relief. You see, if he did geocache, the next thing out of his mouth would have been...what is your caching name....and I swear to God, even being a Sunday, I would have lied. Iprobably would have said I was #2 of Just Us.
The next 30 mins we discuss geocaching. All the geocachers he knows are Geologists at the college....am I a geologist he asks...ah no...do you ever read Sports Illustrated?
We move on...he tries to play with the GPS units and I try to explain Geocahing. So, he asks, you just enter the coords, and it takes you to the treasure? Ah...ya...not my caches....my caches are 30 feet off. Ok...I am done here...off to the next place!
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