It would indeed seem so.
My caching get up and go, has got up and gone.
The effort to go in search of the mediocre just too much. Or maybe I just did far too good a job with my geocaching bucket list that everything else pales in comparison. 😉
Wrecked Fresh from a weekend away with the girls, which focused on getting pissed fitness, but we always grab a few caches just for giggles. This time I found myself completely uninspired by the local offerings.
The first find a black vial, shoved in the top of a fence post, behind a fuel station.
Woo! *Rolls eyes*
We walked some more. A friend having grabbed the caches the day before, indicating we were level with the next one.
‘It’s just there, you don’t even need to climb.’ She’s remarkably calm with the petulant child I have suddenly become.
I walked straight past.
Yep, I walked knowingly past a cache without either the urge to find or sign it.
My friends exchanged a glance. ‘You really must be
Back home a new cache is published.
Maybe a FTF chase is what I need? I’m nearby anyway with the dog so head on over.
Some local FTF hounds are hot on my heels, but I’m there first so in theory it’s mine right?
I play muggle and walk on past the cache without a care for it, taking the dog for a decent off lead run instead.
This is serious stuff.
Maybe hiding will help pique my interest once again?
Nope. Three unpublished caches to my name.
Pages ready to go. Just waiting.
A puzzle cache moved numerous times as I’ve been unhappy with the locations, the puzzle rewritten as many times and the cache now sits pitifully in my car. Mocking me.
Perhaps it’s a challenge I’m needing? Something unusual to whet my appetite.
A likely candidate established, a small series consisting of a long countryside walk, each cache requiring you to find a second cache near GZ in order to find a final bonus cache.
Oh and factor in that it’s poorly maintained and one of the bonus caches is suspected missing.
With today at my leisure the perfect opportunity to make the most of the rare sunshine and explore the countryside.
The first cache quickly spotted underneath a small wooden bridge. I can see it through the boards and can also see it is saturated. I leave it in situ. I’m all for signing logs but to go through the ritual with a drenched, uncared for cache…I’m not so sure.
The extra cache here has not been found for many years, wouldn’t it be cool if I was the one to find it…
As if! With zero effort exerted I’m out of there. 😉
Cache two located deeper within the woods. With a ridiculous amount of faff I find the cache. I blame Baz.😉 Honestly caching with a completely mental pup is hard work. Wherever I want to be he’s in the way, chewing caches and dragging me down slippery banks. It’s a riot. 🙄
Anyway, I Sign it and snap a photo of the bonus coords.
The next section of path is boggy, very boggy. We navigate the bog with the very narrowest of escapes of going A over T many times.
Then my brain catches up with me.
The coords I pictured aren’t for the overall bonus, just for the extra cache to get the bonus numbers.
Confused? Me too!
Plugging the new coords into my GPS we of course need to go back through the bog. Christ.
In fact we end up just the other side of the tree the previous cache is in. Sadisitic, twisted, cache setter.
Baz of course not getting in the way at all.
Finally after another epic search I locate what I need and have a few numbers for the bonus. Woo!
Only now we need to navigate the bog again. (Less enthusiastic) Woo.
At last the third cache, now a pro at this I’m quickly on the trail of the bonus – bonus cache. At one point this was clearly a neat custom cache, now it’s broken and more than a bit damp, but hey bonus numbers – which turn out to be illegible. Oh crap.
With a bit of a squint I can just about make out some digits and record them in a safe place. 😉
Now for the challenge and work out the missing numbers.
My fun for the day over as the pup is shattered but at least that gives me the opportunity to apply some logic and some tech to my problem. I’ve now got two areas of interest, one more likely than the other. Yet still on par with looking for a needle in a haystack.
But did I find my mojo?
I think I might have done. I’m keen to get back out to test my theory on the final location of the bonus cache.
Sod’s bloody law however has seen that I’ve now since become booked solid with work.
So you’ll have to watch this space until I’m a free agent once again.
As for my blogging mojo, hmm that one’s a little more elusive, we better release the hounds… ‘BASIL!’….