A couple of days ago I went out to a local greenbelt to grab a daily cache. I figured that a 1.5/1.5 near a trail head would be simple to grab so I could get on with my day. Boy, was I wrong. I get to the GZ and what do I find? Not only can I not figure out which tree is the correct one, both of them are half collapsed thanks to recent storms. So that one was a no-go since I didn’t want to basically move two broken trees. So I took a shot at the next cache. Except that one hasn’t been found in two years and the last cacher who left a note suggested an experienced cacher go out and try to find it since the only find it’s had in three years is from someone with 31 finds and none in a year and a half. I don’t know if I qualify as that experienced cacher, but I was there and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t. I set out down the trail, but the next cache along had a far rougher terrain that I was dressed for. So I kept on down the trail to the next one.
At least I found it. The bowling themed cache was obviously given away by the bowling pin. Sure, I got my daily cache, but it’s a reminder that people need to maintain their caches and older ones need to be checked or, if need be, archived to make sure that the caching experience is good for everyone. But besides that, some days I have my fill of trees (especially ones containing micros) and thorny vines. Some days I just don’t want to get out under the sun or feel the chill. Some days I just don’t want to get out and do the think. I do it (I’m over 500 days in a row), but I don’t always have to like it.