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03/04/2009 at 3:40 am #172782803/04/2009 at 2:20 pm #1903073
LOL. It looks like some of these are “Murphy’s law of geocaching” 🙂
Regarding that last one… I always leave the tracking feature turned on the GPS for that and many other reasons….. very handy 😉
Thanks for the entertainment, cheezehead. 😆
03/05/2009 at 1:33 pm #190307475 miles is not really very far
03/05/2009 at 2:11 pm #1903075@Timberline Echoes wrote:
75 miles is not really very far
…for an FTF.
03/05/2009 at 4:32 pm #1903076@Team Black-Cat wrote:
@Timberline Echoes wrote:
75 miles is not really very far
…for an FTF.
…..or a lonely.
03/05/2009 at 11:46 pm #1903077I’ve learned a couple of new curse words or, at the very least, invented a couple of new ones.
03/07/2009 at 2:50 am #1903078We’ve learned not to get too attached to anything because it will get:
lost, dropped, broken, soaked, ripped, covered with mud, sap, and/or tar, and so on.03/07/2009 at 5:01 am #1903079I’ve kinda learned not to cross a raging river as my log for that cache goes below.
4. Attempt #1 I decided to go along the area were the little water fall is. I get out there only to almost be washed down stream so I turn around and decide to make my way farther up stream and over.
5. Attempt #2 Went farther up stream and had a little bit more luck this go around I make it across only to find that I have to go across yet more water. So I climb onto a log and go as far a possible and then step onto the little falls again and suffle my way across to dry land. Only 300 feet from the cache. I make my way to the cache area do a little looking and find it. I then check to see if my camal back survived and it did. Phone still worked and off to find a way back.
6. The Return Trip One might think it would have been a good idea to return the way one came but I didn’t do that I instead went down stream to attempt to cross and it almost killed me.
7. The final crossing All I knew I had to do was stay low and hang on. The river was a raging and wanted to wipe me down stream. I knew it would take all the energy I had to make it across. So I get half way and am doing okay so far then I have to start hanging on for my life and hope not to get washed. Everything is soaked except the camal back on my back I assume. In what seemed like an eternity I made it across with my life but I was soaked.
03/07/2009 at 1:36 pm #1903080The day you fall in the mud/get a boot full of snow/take a dunk in the pond is the day you forgot to bring a change of gear.
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