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Dangit.
So my geocaching adventures began long ago... sometime in 2003. My first cache was in Ashland, KY's Central Park and it has long since been archived. I don't remember much about it and never logged it, so I'll have to tell you about my 2nd caching experience.
We almost died.
Okay, so we didn't almost die... not really... but it was a heck of a day. Trudger and Lac'Nala called us up and wanted to go caching at Beech Fork state park. Beeing somewhat new to the whole thing I imagined that it would be something like the stroll in the park that the first cache had been. Wrong! This cache was a 17 mile hike in and 18 mile hike out! (editor's note: numbers inflated by 15 miles to heighten dramatic effect.)
So we hiked in with no problems. It was a really nice day, I think we got a late start and went into the woods around noon. We hiked about for a while and within a couple hours we found the cache.
"Should we go back to the trail?"
"Nah, looks like we can pick it back up a little further along just over this ridge!"
"Sweet! Less walking!"
If you're ever out caching and hear an exchange like this one, I recommend you find a sharp stick and poke yourself in the eye. You might wake up! We eventually found a trail... it wasn't the trail we thought it was. We didn't come up with that conclusion for several more hours.
We hiked...
and hiked....
and got lost....
and more lost.....
Eventually we called Agent Squawk (who had not been able to go along that day) and gave him our GPS coordinates. He was able to pinpoint our location on some fre map website and tell us what side of the lake we were on, and what the lake looked like around us - that let us pinpoint our location on our map of the park, which had so far been useless since we couldn't figure out where on the map we were. A few hours later, we had blazed a trail back to the car and stumbled out of the woods a little after dark.
Intrepid adventurers, armed with the latest in technology and several maps, lost in the forest for about nine hours. 72 miles of hiking, constant ninja attacks, and velociraptors at every turn! What adventure!
Dangit.
So my geocaching adventures began long ago... sometime in 2003. My first cache was in Ashland, KY's Central Park and it has long since been archived. I don't remember much about it and never logged it, so I'll have to tell you about my 2nd caching experience.
We almost died.
Okay, so we didn't almost die... not really... but it was a heck of a day. Trudger and Lac'Nala called us up and wanted to go caching at Beech Fork state park. Beeing somewhat new to the whole thing I imagined that it would be something like the stroll in the park that the first cache had been. Wrong! This cache was a 17 mile hike in and 18 mile hike out! (editor's note: numbers inflated by 15 miles to heighten dramatic effect.)
So we hiked in with no problems. It was a really nice day, I think we got a late start and went into the woods around noon. We hiked about for a while and within a couple hours we found the cache.
"Should we go back to the trail?"
"Nah, looks like we can pick it back up a little further along just over this ridge!"
"Sweet! Less walking!"
If you're ever out caching and hear an exchange like this one, I recommend you find a sharp stick and poke yourself in the eye. You might wake up! We eventually found a trail... it wasn't the trail we thought it was. We didn't come up with that conclusion for several more hours.
We hiked...
and hiked....
and got lost....
and more lost.....
Eventually we called Agent Squawk (who had not been able to go along that day) and gave him our GPS coordinates. He was able to pinpoint our location on some fre map website and tell us what side of the lake we were on, and what the lake looked like around us - that let us pinpoint our location on our map of the park, which had so far been useless since we couldn't figure out where on the map we were. A few hours later, we had blazed a trail back to the car and stumbled out of the woods a little after dark.
Intrepid adventurers, armed with the latest in technology and several maps, lost in the forest for about nine hours. 72 miles of hiking, constant ninja attacks, and velociraptors at every turn! What adventure!
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