A couple of days ago, I was out doing stuff and decided to grab a cache. I had already had a long day, so I went for the lowest difficulty, lowest impact one I could see in the immediate area, an LPC. I arrived and lifted the skirt to find a small, duck-taped baggie serving … Continue reading Your Moment Of Snobbery
A Toll Must Be Paid
Once the dust had settled, the Events were attended, and the caches counted, we ended up with nearly three hundred caches in total, with three (almost four) Geoarts complete. For me persoanlly, that only leaves five that I haven’t touched, two others just to the north of them, and four I’ve started but haven’t finished. … Continue reading A Toll Must Be Paid
Onward, Through The Fog!
We converged on a parking lot before sunrise, eleven of us, ready to set out and find some caches. There are a bunch of Geoarts near Granger, Texas. I'd taken a bite out of them before, but I'd never gotten close to finishing them. And some new ones had been added since. When the Scorpion … Continue reading Onward, Through The Fog!
Another day, another cache at a mural. I appreciated it being so close to home. I had a stupid work meeting that started late in the day and ran longer than usual. It was nice to just take a five-minute drive and grab it. I’d forgotten how much I missed not having to drive to … Continue reading Tangential
A couple of days ago, I grabbed a cache (shocking, right?), a matchstick tube hidden under some bricks. It was a YARN, an acronym meaning Yet Another Road to Nowhere, caches placed at dead ends, often at locations that will one day become entrances for parking lots or intersections for roads, usually blocked off by … Continue reading Justification
Deadly, But No Sin
So, my older daughter says to me that she started her own account. Wait, what? Are you kidding me? None of you can imagine how gobsmacked I was when she told me. I had been laboring under the impression that she was ambivalent about caching. I mean, sure, she occasionally grabs one here and there … Continue reading Deadly, But No Sin
Am I The Grognard?
I managed to get another FTF yesterday at a cemetery I had never heard of before, placed by one of the new cachers (actually, I think it's a parent and child using one account) in the area. I went ahead and gave it one of my stingily hoarded favorite points for its camo and because … Continue reading Am I The Grognard?
A couple of days ago, I went and found a cache (as I am wont to do) placed by one of the new cachers in the area who has been refilling old places. I was led to a duck pond not far from home. I’m pretty sure I had gotten a cache there a few … Continue reading Intellectual Property
None Of It
When I started the weekend, I had a small rundown of the things I thought I would do, specifically cache maintenance and hunting down a coveted cache. How many of those things did I do? The title says it all. Well, that's not entirely true. I did go get a theoretically coveted cache, but not … Continue reading None Of It
All The Fresh Logs
So many murals, so little time. I've had quite a number of FTFs over the last week, which is unexpected. I've never been an FTF chaser, really. On occasion, when one drops close to home, and I'm feeling like getting off my butt, I'll go out for it, but normally I only shoot for one … Continue reading All The Fresh Logs