Logging A Cache

When you find a cache, to have it count, you are required to sign the log book in the cache. This varies from just date & initials on a tiny rolled up piece of paper in a Micro to a complete description of the hunt and what items you traded out on a 4 x 6 notebook in an ammo can.

Afterwards it is suggested you go online to geocaching.com and fill out an electronic log on the cache’s page. This has the advantage of giving you plenty of space to write no matter what the physical size of the container.

One of the caches we found today had us stumped on our first two attempts to find it on Tuesday and Thursday of this week. I’ll let the online logs tell the story:

July 14 by Brian_the_Red (131 found)
Another in a long string of DNFs for us. We would like to blame it on the approaching darkness, but it wasn’t that dark yet. Oh, what the heck, we couldn’t find it because it was dark. That’s it. It was dark. We’ll come back another day.

July 16 by Brian_the_Red (131 found)
Today is another day. This time we were a little earlier getting here. We would like to blame this miss on the fact that it was light out, and it was still pretty light. Oh, what the heck, we couldn’t find it because it was daylight. That’s it. The sun got in our eyes.

July 17 by Brian_the_Red (131 found)
You know how at the cine-plex, after you’ve finished that giant bucket of popcorn covered with a butter-like substance, you spend the rest of the movie working your tongue around near a back molar trying to get that piece of kernel out from between your tooth and gum? Well, that’s what this cache was.

We had tried late in the day, we had tried earlier, the only time left to try was high noon. That is when we were out in the parkway of Sumter St SE today. The GPSr was acting all weird on us at first and had us standing in front of the 7′ wall surrounding the house on the corner. I knew this couldn’t be it, so I rebooted the GPSr. This time it led us to a slightly different spot than the last two attempts.

As I stood there intently staring, looking for something that seemed out of place, my wife chimed in from behind me, “There it is!”
Me: “Huh?”
Her: “Right in front of you!”
Me: “Where?”
Her: “Right there!”
Me: “Huh?”
Her, putting her finger right on it: “THERE!”
Me: “Oh.”
Me & Her: “Ooooh, clever.”

Plugged in the 2nd stage coordinates and off we went. At GZ it took only a minute or so for our finely tuned ammo can radar to spot the hide. Took a Curious George rolling thing and left behind a blue headed Alien toy.

TFTF (Thanks For The Fun)