Youv’e got your geo troubles … I’ve got my caches
My wife Sherril {Châtelaine} and I are enjoying our geo adventure here in the Maritimes ….. a BIG thank you to all that put out the cache sites and to those who host the events! We feel like we are part of the geo community and look forward to meeting more of you.
As the title says … enjoy some of Chat’s logs regarding her troubles and Herr Dumkopf’s caches!
I’m sure that the him & her’s, the he & she’s, the guy & gal etc.etc. can relate ….
AND … yes we are addicted
“The Logs”
If you have read some of my previous logs, you will know that Herr Minnz has a great propensity to determine the cache location when he is still many metres/feet away and he quite often sucks me in so that I head in the wrong direction. Today, when he jumps out of the vehicle and decides that he knows exactly where this one is located I treat him with a huge pinch of skepticism. Before I say anything, he suggests that I plug in the coordinates for this puzzle cache to “confirm” that he is right and then off he trucks. I plug in the coordinates that he has provided only to discover that he is headed totally in the wrong direction. OK, I say to myself, just another case in point where Herr Minnz should pay attention to the GPS rather than to his intuition. Nevertheless, he grabs a cache, “BUT”, I say to him “is it the right cache?” and off I head towards the where the cache really is. So, I arrive at what I think is GZ, some 120m away from Herr Minnz, and spend quite a bit of time searching, thinking that he will show up, tail between his legs to acknowledge that he “did it again”. I come up empty-handed and he never shows up. So, I get out my Iphone to double check everything related to this cache and head back to where our vehicle is parked. “Oops” exclaims Herr Minns. So I flash him that “what now” look and he, sheepishly, admits that he has given me the WRONG coordinates for this puzzle cache. Well, I was shooting him daggers as I punched in the correct coordinates to confirm that, yes, he had found the right cache. How to make a cache, and a life, more difficult (eye roll). So, I say to him “wait until you read my log!!!!!!” TFTC.
Caching with Herr Minnz today, just to pick up a few necessary for the Come Out and Play contest. We park and head towards the first part of this multi. I had checked it out before leaving home and knew that we were looking for two missing coordinates, which we found readily. As I’m punching them into my GPS, I double check with Herr Minnz that he had transcribed the coordinates correctly (forgive me, but he totally screwed me up on the last cache — see log @ GC1WMQM) before I head off to find the second part of this multi. Well, I arrive within twenty feet of GZ and Herr Minnz, true to form, points out where he expects the cache to be. In this instance, I happen to agree with him so in I barge. After ten feet I turn back to enquire whether he is coming with me and he replies “no, there is no need, I can see the cache from here”. I’m cursing under my breath because I’m wading through very thorny brambles, undoubtedly wild roses, and I’m getting scratched, pricked and generally torn apart. When I arrive at GZ, the cache is exactly in the spot where we thought it would be and I see it right away. As I reach out to make the grab, Herr Minnz is helpfully standing on the sidewalk going “no, not there, its a few feet down and to the left”. Well. I can’t say more because the censors wouldn’t allow it, but, what does he think?????? I’m the one standing here (expletive deleted). TFTC.
We arrive at the parking coordinates and I jump out of the vehicle, turn on my GPS and totally ignore Herr Minnz (he has totally messed me up on the last three caches, check out my logs at GC1WMQM, GC2B1BR and GC1CW81, if you are interested). I take off down the trail and make real quick work of this cache – the very big footprints leading to the cache were a “slight” help. As I’m signing the log, Tigertracker arrives. We had all been at the breakfast event earlier and he knew that we were planning to check out this cache. So, after making quick work of this one we headed back up the trail to encounter Tigertracker too; and we accepted their offer of coffee with alacrity. I really needed someone to commiserate with me after my days’ challenges. TFTC.
Herr Minnz and I were having coffee with Tigertracker and Tigertracker too when I happened to ask whether they had ever done a “whereigo”. It was new to me and not having the right GPS, couldn’t check it out. Well, it turns out that Tigertracker has done a few and there is one almost around the corner from where we were. Tigertracker too suggests that we go out and get some exercise (much needed after the breakfast event that we had all attended), so off we head using Tigertracker’s GPS which is Whereigo friendly. We get to RotaryParkand set off, doing really well right up to the end. Great company, including Pom, the super, geo-caching dog, nice walk, great trail, good conversation, all the right elements for a rewarding geo-caching experience. BUT THEN. (you need a little context here, because Herr Minnz has totally messed me up on every cache that we’ve sought out today — it would take a book to tell the whole tale but you can read it at GC1WMQM, GC2B1BR and GC1CW81) So, HE DOES IT TO ME AGAIN! We finally get to the point where we meet the warden and get the coordinates for where we register our kill. I make the fatal mistake of handing Herr Minnz my GPS to input the coordinates; he is using Tigertracker’s GPS. So, off we head, about 580m from where we met the warden. Finally, Herr Minnz announces that we are within 60m of the final destination. “That can’t be”, I exclaim, “my GPS is showing a third of a mile!” So, I double check the coordinates that Herr Minnz put into my GPS and, yes, they are correct, but when I “go to” the coordinates change. So, I try it again, and again get the same results. Frustrated, I redo the entire process, inputting the coordinates MYSELF and sure enough, when I hit “go to”, I have less than 80 feet. AND, I found the cache — so there, Herr Minnz, your tactics failed.
It was a fun experience, thanks to Nemodidi for creating and an extra special thanks to Tigertracker and Tigertracker too for re-doing the whole thing just so we could experience it. AND, the exercise helped to work off that breakfast! TFTC.
“The Epiloge”
I know I’ll have better days & NO doubt days like this one … geo-caching, the addiction …. I wouldn’t have it any other way …. Cache on my friends!
Pretty sad.
Not only does your wife write long logs outlining all your faults, but she somehow convinces you to cut and paste those same logs here.
Hang your head in shame
There’s another Chatelained log!
Am I missing something on cache GCWMQM? Did see your log.
My apologies … the correct log is …GC1WMQM
I corrected the post to use the corrected GC code
just got back from a Memramcook run … Zor, your way too fast …danke
Here is another one of Chatelaine’s great logs
Well, there is always a story to tell when you head out geo-caching; this one was no different. We had heard rumours that there was an abandoned airstrip up the top of the hill; we were certainly surprised to be able to navigate the road all the way to the top and actually drive onto the runway, but it was actually quite easy going. We assumed that we were alone at the top of the world and simply left the vehicle on the runway as we headed in after this cache. I was slightly ahead of Herr Minnz when we heard a vehicle drive up and stop behind us. A door opened and a large black and white dog came bounding after us. I was not feeling at all comfortable although the dog appeared friendly enough so I took off after the cache at double speed and then doubled that speed yet again when the truck came in on the grass track after us. I figured Herr Minnz could protect us both and I was heading for cover. The person behind the wheel was almost a comic-book character. Long grey hair, yellowing beard, big stetson hat, nicotine-yellow fingers and a big rolled, ciggy in his hand. It turns out that he likes to talk even more than Herr Minnz. As it happens, he is the “caretaker” of the property for its owner and was tinkled pink to learn that there was a cache hidden on the property because he knows “all about that there geo-something — my niece is in to it big time”. It also turns out that he had become a new grand-daddy just yesterday, about the same time that the bull he was trying to rope gouged his arm and left a terrible mark that he took some pride in displaying. He and Herr Minnz must have covered another twenty topics but someone had to go and get that cache. The cache, while being fairly open to discovery, was well-protected by a mossy bog. I had to pick my way to it very carefully, using logs and higher level ground to keep my feet dry and my boots from sinking into the mud. All the while, Herr Minnz is busy occupying the Backwoods Cowboy, who had come after us down the grass trail thinking that we were in to find ourselves a free Christmas tree. Just a typical geo-caching day; gotta love it. TFTC.