In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
On Sunday, after I had already written my previous entry, I needed to go out and get a cache (as I am wont to do). I ran up to Pflugerville and managed to find a fake rock made of some kind of foam material near a fence. Yesterday afternoon, I needed to find a cache, so I ran up to a shopping center parking lot, and in one of the tree-filled islands, I found the exact same fake rock again! What are the odds of finding two of the same type of only slightly different, previously unseen container from two different COs in such a short time span?
I’m sure anyone who has found more than twenty caches has encountered identical hides before. The old, reliable pill bottle LPC is so common that it hardly bears mentioning. A pill bottle or bison in a tree? The salvation or bane of every one of us. Anyone who has gone after a Geoart has seen this—one after the other of similar hides, sometimes two or three types overall—on the sides of mile upon mile of back roads. One time I went down to Galveston to grab some challenges on the island. Placed by the same CO, they were all exactly the same and so repetitive that I had to take a drive to break up the monotony of finding them all. No, this isn’t some kind of advocation for the most unique caches possible. Not every one can be the Necropolis or Infernal Device. This also isn’t a castigation of these caches as if they’re some recurring glitch in the Matrix. Any situation where you have some idea of best practices will result in replicated outcomes. It’s not uncommon for people to come up with the same thoughts independently. In this case, though, I’m blown away that the same weird thing occurred twice.
That’s all. What? Did you expect poetry out of me or something?
Geocaching While Black 