Geocache – Part 2
We have returned from the land of Iceberg Lettuce and Thousand Island Dressing aka small town Indiana. Our previous trip to the northern hinterlands occurred in the springtime. This time around, as expected, the clammy grip of fall had been very unkind to Cox’s Woods. Nothing is immune to the dulling affects of the dead season.
Since I had no pics of the geocache in the previous post, I dropped by the hollow log to rectify that oversight.
On the path to our log, we passed by this small patch of puffball fungi all nestled in a bed of forest floor detritus, very wintery looking and therefore very depressing. Did I mention that I hate winter, or fall, or whatever the hell that was?
Due to the denuded landscape, we found another hollow log. This one had been overlooked last spring because of the thick, lush, and hang on while I consult my thesaurus, verdant, juicy and luxuriantly alive undergrowth.
Now we come face to face with the previously mysterious, but now horribly overanalyzed and therefore boring, geocache.
I raise my proverbial hammer high and pound the final nail into the coffin of this subject. The contents of the geocache are exposed and drama-addict’s question “what did the post card say” is answered.
Since I had no pics of the geocache in the previous post, I dropped by the hollow log to rectify that oversight.
On the path to our log, we passed by this small patch of puffball fungi all nestled in a bed of forest floor detritus, very wintery looking and therefore very depressing. Did I mention that I hate winter, or fall, or whatever the hell that was?
Due to the denuded landscape, we found another hollow log. This one had been overlooked last spring because of the thick, lush, and hang on while I consult my thesaurus, verdant, juicy and luxuriantly alive undergrowth.
Now we come face to face with the previously mysterious, but now horribly overanalyzed and therefore boring, geocache.
I raise my proverbial hammer high and pound the final nail into the coffin of this subject. The contents of the geocache are exposed and drama-addict’s question “what did the post card say” is answered.
posted by slaghammer at 3:51 PM
22 Comments:
I may have missed the point of a geocache, but why the little plastic horse? Also, sorry I'm blind, but I still can't tell what the postcard says?
Love it and I can't read the post card either.
Hi Photo blog girl, there’s not much of a point to a geocache unless you are heavily into traveling the globe looking for them with the assistance of a GPS unit. If you were one of these people, upon finding the geocache, you would enter your name in the log, leave something like a plastic horse, take something out like a postcard of the space shuttle, and then go looking for another geocache where you would deposit the postcard of the shuttle and take something out like a used toothbrush and then repeat to infinity. I have no idea why they do that but I do know that someday I’ll find a big pile of money hidden in a hollow log.
Hi Mary, it’s a picture of the nose cone of a space shuttle with “Space Shuttle Explorer” written in the upper right hand corner. Once again, there were no hundred-dollar bills in the geocache. I’ll check again next year just in case.
Might be that the little plastic horse could fetch a handsome sum.. On antique's Roadshow?? lol welcome home!
If the quest of the geo-cache this time around led to the picture of that awesome hollowed out log photo...then well-worth it. That picture is awesome!
looks like a traveling tunnel for all the gnomes.
Hi Cheesy, I thought about taking the little green plastic army man but I just couldn’t risk the curse of the geocache.
Hi Skinny, I have a thing for hollow logs, they’re like nature's little condos. I can’t imagine why this one was empty. There should have been a bear or a weasel or even a pile of money inside.
I like your adventerious attitude!
Not nearly as interesting as what I used to keep in my buried ammo box! Mine would truly be a find, except for that time it was loaded with dry ice and this worthless plant growth from Kentucky. That was back in my days of experimentation and I learned some things can never be made better, no matter the effort. Keep rootin' around in those woods, somebody has another box stashed out there somewhere!
Nice mushroom photos! I'm with you on hating winter and cold. I spend my winters looking at real estate in Mexico on the web and dreaming.
Orhan, I’m probably more nosy than adventurous.
Madpotter, ammo boxes are versatile indeed. Regarding your Kentucky plants, in my younger years I too was hoodwinked by the notorious “ditch” weeds from that part of the world. The best use for that stuff might be kindling for the old groundhog kiln.
PUFFBALL FUNGI.
You sure know your mushrooms! :p
Hi Irene, fungi have never gotten the respect they deserve.
Why did the mushroom go to the party? Because he was a fun guy!
bazza, aahhharrrrrrr. I had to read that twice to finally get it. I'm getting slow in my old age.
When you released the plastic horse did it offer you three wishes?
Hi doc, just one wish. That's how I ended up with a 16 inch piano player.
hahahaha! Awesome use of just the punchline!
i don't like mushrooms. they're slimey.
Hi Kara, true, but they make such cheerful houseplants.
One time I found a geode in a geocache. I hit quite an alliterative jackpot.
Hi Kristine, that is likely to be the only kind of jackpot you will find in a geocache.
Thanks for the pics! I think I'll skip taking up geocache hunting as a hobby. I already have more little plastic horses thank I need.
Hi Parlancheq, I don’t blame you. I have a ziplock baggy full of little plastic green army men that I bought at a garage sale a few years back. I think I’ll leave them in that geocache the next time I’m in Indiana.
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