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Geocaching: The Amazing Race… for junk

As we headed back to our car, my wife commented on the “sport” of geocaching: “Its like the Amazing Race… for junk.” We just found our first cache near our local sledding hill. It was a blue tupperware container hidden near a rock and covered with a pile of sticks. Both of the kids stepped on it when we found it.

In the cache were a number of trinkets and a log book. I signed the log book and the kids traded items with the cache. Our eldest put in a golf ball and took a mini deck of cards. Our youngest, dissapointed he couldn’t keep the whole cache, traded a Hot Wheels car for an M&M coin purse.

We were happy to find the cache. Our first attempt was a bust and we had only the time to look for one more before dinner. Our eldest said he likes geocaching because you can trade things you don’t like for things that you do. My wife enjoys getting outside and the thrill of finding the caches… she’s pretty competitive and likes puzzles, so geocaching is right up her alley.

The goal for me? My goal is to spend more quality time with my kids. Being together outside and working to find a cache is all the more I need.

Oh, and GPS nerdiness.

And feeling like a pirate.

Arrrr!!! Buried Treasure!

Posted on June 19, 2006 in geocaching.    

3 Comments

  1. Michelle said:

    LOVE IT! Wish I had a family so I could go Geocaching. Miss you guys!

    June 26th, 2006 at 9:53 pm
  2. y0mbo said:

    You don’t need a family to geocache. Its probably faster without them, but not nearly as fun. :-)

    June 27th, 2006 at 5:38 am
  3. Dan said:

    Speaking of pirates, the Volvo Pirates of the Carribean game “The Hunt” at http://www.volvocars.us has been a lot of fun. The downside is, though, that you cannot get ahead of the others because they do not LET you do the next puzzle until a certain date. So, it’s going to come down to which unemployed luser happens to be logged-in and get the e-mail fastest when the final puzzle comes out.

    That being said, the game is fun to play, just for the challenge and Flashinistic Weberrificality. Do what I did, though; go in, find the game map, and try to get the hell out of the Volvo dealership as fast as you possibly can. Appleton’s is pretty decent for that; it is right on the table and the salesman was not particularly aggressive. To guide you on your path, consider the following words I found on a piece of parchment in the parking lot:

    GO YE CAREFULLY
    FOR THERE BE MEN OF SALES.
    NO PIGEONS ARE THEY,
    BUT VULTURES WHO PREY
    UPON THE CREATURES THAT
    ENTER THEIR SLIMY BAY.

    MIND YER LOOK,
    YE DOG OF THE SEA!
    THAT HE WILL KNOW YOU,
    NO BUSINESS YOU BE FOR HE.
    STOMP IN QUICK,
    STOMP OUT FAST,
    OR YOU WILL GET MEN OF SALES
    ATTACHED TO YER ASS!

    (NOW THAT’S A BARNICLE!)

    June 29th, 2006 at 3:14 pm
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