More Geocache Logging Fun

Had a fun day caching today, so in lieu of an actual blog post here, I’ll let you in on what I have written in the logs of a couple caches from today.

Chicken-or-the-Egg (Multi-cache)
After our monthly breakfast meeting just down the street at the new Gary’s Hamburger place we coerced 2 other couples from the MMC to join us for the hunt. Figured with the difficulty level (4 out of 5) we could use all the eyes we could get. Turns out I spotted it right after some one else just walked by the spot.

Thanks for bringing us here. Mazda actually experimented with a hydrogen fueled Miata with a rotary engine a decade ago. Nothing ever came of it, but if it had I could have filled up here (if they took Visa.)

Attack of the Clones – 2 (Traditional Cache)
Easy grab.The only clones we saw were the look alike homes and they left us alone because my wife sat in the landspeeder and used her Jedi powers to project the thought, “These aren’t the cachers you want.”

Does it Shine? (Traditional Cache)
We usually don’t do these that say, “located on private property” as they make us nervous, but we were in the neighborhood and on a roll, so we gave this one a try.

We stopped the car and sat for a moment, my wife got up her courage first and got out. After about a minute of looking, a voice from the heavens spoke to her, “You are almost touching it!” Odd, I have always thought of God as male, but this was a powerful female voice. Already skittish, we almost bolted, but Donna took it as a challenge and looked some more. Embolded by her bravery I joined her in her dancing around the light pole.

My first instinct was to inspect the nearby Bellsouth junction box and obviously a lot of others thought so too, as the cover was partially off, but that probably wasn’t it, per an earlier log. A lot of cachers also thought it might be behind a shiny silver SCE&G plaque that identified this particular pole, as it was partially pried off. As we were about to quit and drive off with our GPSr between our legs, God sent an angel our way with a hint.

Sure enough, as it has been so far all weekend, my wife was right on about the location and I managed to talk her out of it, then spend unnecessarily minutes looking elsewhere before ending up right where she first pointed.

In this little drama the part of the angel was played by the cache owner who gave us a big clue, while the part of God was performed by his elderly mother that lives with him and was looking out the front window. Disrespect to any religion, living or dead, was not intended and is purely coincidental.