Yesterday morning, I headed out to the Peninsula Trailhead, not far up the road, and joined with about 30 other geocachers for a cache-in, trash-out event. This was a pretty major cleanup of an area that had become nothing less than a trash dump over the years. The city donated a dumpster for use (see above), and at the end of the event, it was filled to capacity. I found what must have been someone's idea of a cache 50 years ago: a stash of bottles buried beneath a network of tree roots, a couple of which were still filled with their original contents (though I dare not guess what the stuff was). A few of the bottles looked quite interesting, and one young lady kept at least one of them for her collection. One soda bottle was labeled "Mission California," and I have no idea what product it actually contained.
Afterward, I joined up with my friend Cindy (whom I used to terrorize...er, uh...work with) and her friend Aimee for about a five-mile trail hike and caching expedition. Found six, which gave me a total of 99; then last night, Mrs. Death, our friends Paul and Jamie, and I went out for a few more, so I hit the landmark 100, plus a couple.
A novel plot is coming together from all this, though a fellow cacher said, "I
know the kind of stuff you write. You can't do that to geocaching. You just can't!"
Well...we'll just have to see where things go, won't we? I'll give you the coordinates when they're available.
