On my quest to reach 100 finds (I am still 3 shy) I hiked 2 different trails. The first being the one mile uphill which you probably read about in my previous post. The other trail was not nearly as difficult and gave me my only find of the day. But this post is not about that find it is what I encountered on the way to the cache.
I was maybe 2 tenths of a mile down the trail when I spotted two gentlemen walking together both carrying GPSs. As we drew closer together I became overwhelmed with the urge to say something to them. You see this particular trail is short and well marked, there really is no use for a GPS unless you are searching for geocaches. So as we drew closer together I said, "I see you've got GPSs, you out doing some geocaching" to which they said they were. We stopped and talked for probably 30-45 minutes talking about geocaching and where we were from. I learned that one of the men was from another state and that he had met the second gentlemen (who is more local) through geocaching. Never in my life before now would I randomly stop and talk to two strangers for more than 5 minutes. It was interesting talking about our cache preferences. I, for example, will go and search for any size cache in any area. They on the other hand highly preferred large caches typically ammo cans that are placed in the woods. We talked about funny muggle encounters while searching, shared favorite cache locations and just generally talked about the sport.
When you become a geocacher you become a member of a secret society, a fellowship that cannot be compared to anything. Whether I have met you or not, if you are a geocacher I consider you a friend and I encourage you to share your geocaching stories.
Thanks for reading,
The Ginger Geocacher
I was maybe 2 tenths of a mile down the trail when I spotted two gentlemen walking together both carrying GPSs. As we drew closer together I became overwhelmed with the urge to say something to them. You see this particular trail is short and well marked, there really is no use for a GPS unless you are searching for geocaches. So as we drew closer together I said, "I see you've got GPSs, you out doing some geocaching" to which they said they were. We stopped and talked for probably 30-45 minutes talking about geocaching and where we were from. I learned that one of the men was from another state and that he had met the second gentlemen (who is more local) through geocaching. Never in my life before now would I randomly stop and talk to two strangers for more than 5 minutes. It was interesting talking about our cache preferences. I, for example, will go and search for any size cache in any area. They on the other hand highly preferred large caches typically ammo cans that are placed in the woods. We talked about funny muggle encounters while searching, shared favorite cache locations and just generally talked about the sport.
When you become a geocacher you become a member of a secret society, a fellowship that cannot be compared to anything. Whether I have met you or not, if you are a geocacher I consider you a friend and I encourage you to share your geocaching stories.
Thanks for reading,
The Ginger Geocacher