Let’s get the sensible bit out of the way first…
We have a cache in our area that has over 150 favourite points, it’s well known for being a unique one and it’s been on my watchlist for quite some time.
Located about an hours drive away I’ve been tempted to visit several times but never quite made the effort. All I needed was a reason to visit the area.
Incidentally Mr muddy has wanted a dog forever. I’ve always agreed we could and then firmly got my way, by not actually getting one. 😉
Realising that he’d been fobbed off for the last 20 years, he’s been looking recently at pups for sale online. With regular reports of cute pups for sale around the country I could always find plenty of reasons to not drive umpteen miles, just to see a man about a dog.
Then he found some locally. Oh poo.
Then I realised it was local to the super duper cache.
Marriage is about compromise right?
‘Sure we can go and see the puppies dear, and whilst we are there I know just what we can do…’
My strategy for the day involved a flying visit out of the county whilst the kids were at school. Sure they’d miss the great cache but they’d also be smitten for cute, fluffy bundles and smuggling out puppies in their coat pockets. Not good.
So with kids deposited at school, off we went, puppies duly visited, very cute. Let’s go…
Then the realisation that for once I’m not getting my own way. (Ouch)
Which one do you want? Mr muddy asks.
Putting me on the spot.
It would seem not getting a
smelly mutt puppy is not an option.
‘Err The one that’s a cat…?’
So I compromised. By choosing the biggest and naughtiest one.
That’ll teach him! 😉
Setting off with the feeling of what the heck have I done, this cache had certainly better be a good one.
I should probably point out the super duper cache involves going into somebody’s garden. Being not the biggest fan of people, and quite a private cacher, puppy panic started to combine with geocaching nerves. Imagine all the things that can go wrong…say you get the wrong house? Say someone comes out to watch and you can’t find it? What on earth am I doing?
I whimper at Mr Muddy that maybe we’ll just park up and see.
Check the coast is clear and ensure it’s infallible.
Or hide. Hiding seems a very good option at this point.
The cache itself is a multi, involving collecting some numbers before making your way to the final location.
The first stage takes us to a block of garages. Not remotely overlooked and so I relax a little. We quickly find the numbers we need and I work my magic to give us our next location. It’s quickly apparent the new cooordinates are taking us to a nearby house.
Oh heck, and bloody Nora, just as someone is leaving it.
All I can do is hiss at Mr Muddy to keep walking. Yes I am A wimp, we know that already.
As we walk towards the car though I spot something significant by the back door. As we loiter around in a completely obvious and suspicious manner until the coast is once again clear. Then summoning up all my bravery… I send Mr Muddy to check out what I’ve spotted.
My hunch was correct and he returns with a key. A label instructs us to retrace our steps once more.
Having heard of the cache previously I know what to expect. At this point Mr Muddy is under the impression he’s going into somebody’s garage to find a Tupperware box.
Feeling mostly like burglars (or should that be forty thieves?) we open up the garage, glad to be in a secluded area, mostly due to the fact that as he opens up the door I actually jump up and down in giddy delight.
No Mr Muddy you aren’t looking in the garage for a geocache, this is the geocache.
The door opens up to reveal an Aladdin’s cave of treasures.
Greeted by a Geo Wall on which to make your mark.
Which of course I duly did.
Mr muddy in all his long suffering muggle state even had to admit he was seriously impressed, yet also slightly bemused as to why somebody would go to such lengths.
Because us geocachers are awesome dear, obviously! 😉
The rear of the garage/cache filled with toys for children to exchange.
Ironically a giant box of toy puppies to trade, of which we grab one each for the kids. More puppies. Awesome.
The cache also a haven for rather large trackables. The most notable a travelling pallet.
What can I say, I had an event to attend and my sense of humour is pretty warped.
I paid for it though, the journey home full of panic. Puppy panic and Pallet panic. What have I done?
Needless to say the cache got another favourite point from me, a great cache which was well worth the visit.
He’s called Basil, is every bit as crazy as expected but he’s certainly making his mark on the family. I’m sure we’ll get on famously, as long as he earns his keep sniffing out geocaches. 😉