So, these past two Sundays have been utterly fantastic. Saturday before last, the first, I went to a geoparty down the local pub, and I met a bunch of local cachers. BrewerMD, force behind a good string of high-elevation caches, roped no fewer than eleven of us into a cachemachine for Sunday.
We met up at Geobell's cache, Undercover Brother
. Now that
is a clever hide. I don't know if we'd have ever found it without their help; we were looking 30' away, and for a bucket covered in ferns. Not a bucket that is a tree
. The cache was most decidedly not a bucket covered in ferns. We ran into some cachers from the north, Old Growth, and after we made the find (Can I reiterate how much I love this cache?), we headed out. Me, BrewerMD, and the four Geobells in one car, and Toni R, Franc333, Tye, and son (And geodog Lucy, of course) in the other, and headed north.
The plan was to take Lynden by caching storm, and boy, did we ever. We found, literally, two dozen caches up there. Smylegirl met up with us en route, and we found everything. Eeeeverything. With that many people, we never had to search more than fifteen minutes for any one cache. We found skirt-lifters
, fake logs
in the forest, multi-caches
in an old farm-turned park, we found fake bolts
hidden in a well-traveled bridge. We found ammo cans
under highways, bison tubes
under benches and in light pylons
inside a holly tree. We were not
stealthy, but we had nothing but fun, and found our last cache
after sundown, just in time to see Bellingham light up through the dusk. We even ran into more cachers (Three Bottles), stopping back at Undercover Brother to retrieve BrewerMD's car.
So that was Sunday, 3/2. Cache count: 27.
But I hadn't quite had enough. So Tuesday, when I went out to the UPS office (Oh god, why is it hidden so well), to pick up my package of awesome from Amazon, I took a handful of coords with me. And then when the UPS didn't open until 3 hours after I expected it to, I found myself with plenty of time. I found a nifty morse-code-based
puzzle cache first, found a condom in there, and a geocoin
. So that was fun. Then I went for a walk around a lake
, and found a piece of bark I mean to use to camo my own cache
. I got help from a friendly forklift driver to find a bucket
hidden in a parking lot, and then had the beezesus scared out of me by a rubber hand
. Sat in the parking lot of the Bellingham Institute of Scientology for a while finding the coords to a few more on my phone, couldn't find the right road in for another skirt lifter
, finally got my package (Yay! Dexter! ER!), and finished the day by startling a pair of teenaged lovers in a little park with a clever little hide.
I should have given them the condom.
And that was Tuesday, 3/4. Cache count: 6.
And then this Sunday! Room-mate and I made plans to meet with Geobells, and we were going to go cache-machine in Mount Vernon, but conflicts arose and we abbreviated the idea down to a handful of caches in scenic Chuckanut. We decided to meet at their cache
in Arroyo Park at 1, but thanks to Daylight Savings, we met at 1:30. Which was fine, we'd run late anyway. It was just us grownups, the two weeBells being ill and at a friend's respectively, but that was fine. This promised to be a pretty grueling hike. Just looking up the hill from the trail-head gave me pause. I am so out of shape. But the four of us were there to goad each other on, so up we went! Marika's new GPS was the star of the day, locking and holding when the rest of us were cursing the trees. We flailed around on the wrong trails for a bit before finally finding the right one, just past an unfriendly dog at a very hippie house, and found the first
of a string of BrewerMD's downright GRUELING caches, right where the satellites said it would be. From there, the trails were straightforward (Hah, if such a term can be applied to endless switchbacks), and we found our way up to the top of one peak
, then another
, appreciating the view and the hidden treasure in each. None of us brought enough water (except for Marika with her camelpack), but I brought chicken strips and Girl Scout cookies*, so we had a great little picnic up there and took many pictures. It was a fantastic mountain. Even when I knelt in horse shit on accident, the cache had little wet naps right there, so no problem. I left my new, handmade geocoin
up there, and I hope it does well.
On the way back down, we moved much, much faster. When hills are so steep that running is significantly easier than walking, you cover ground pretty quickly. We made it from the last high cache to my car, about 400' elevation, in something like half an hour, when it had taken us nearly three to get up there. We rounded out the day by finding a clever cache
under a classy little bridge, and a decon can
hidden in the detritus of a rotten stump, kept company there by a buried tire that probably belonged to the rusted shell of a Volkswagen in a tree above us, victim of the twisty road up the bank. I found a thermos that probably hailed from the late seventies in the loam, and was going to bring it home and make a cache out of it, but I set it on a curl of root while making the find and forgot it there.
And that was Sunday, 3/9. Cache count: 6.
Add to these Saturday's event
and the Geobells' cache
I found right after it, and I've found 41 caches since 3/1. Not half bad.
And now I am lurking in wait for Geobells' newest cache to pop up so I can zoom on out for a FTF. BUT with my luck, it'll come out while I'm at work.