Another Sunday, another geocaching outing for Team No Dead Weight:
friends Diefenbaker (a.k.a. Scott),
Fishdownthestair (a.k.a. Natalie), and the old man. Sundays have
long been reserved for geocaching with any number of good friends, but during
this prolonged spell of mostly non-socializing, our regular little group
outings have been a special source of joy. We surely do miss our friend
Old Rob, though, who generally isn't able to join us on our more remote
trips. This time around, our destination was Chapel Hill, primarily the
trails of the extensive Carolina North Forest. I've cached in that area
many, many times, but — happily — the local geocachers tend to keep the forest
well-stocked with new caches. In fact, literally minutes after we left, a
number of new ones popped up along those trails. A shame they didn't come out
just a short time earlier, but on the other hand, we have a reason to make yet
another trip into those woods.
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Sleepy toad gives nary a shit about geocacher taking his picture. |
We encountered some enchanting wildlife out there — toads, turtles, Great Blue Herons, and another geocacher from the area. I chanced upon an unactivated geocoin (pictured above) in a cache we were supremely lucky to find, since the coordinates were 80-some feet off. So I've activated the coin and will set it loose in the wild at the earliest opportunity. I do enjoy finding and moving trackables, and occasionally picking up one of my own, even though, once they're out there, the chances of ever seeing them again are almost nil. Trackables are items that you place in a geocache. When a geocacher finds a trackable, he can log the find online, move the object to another cache, and then use the object's unique tracking code to log the move. That way, the object moves from cache to cache to cache, and eventually travel great distances. If geocachers are conscientious and log the trackable online, the owner can see its progress as it moves. Most trackables eventually vanish somewhere out there, but I have had a few that have traveled many thousands of miles, including a couple that have literally gone all the way around the world.
Along the trail, near Bolin Creek, there is an old car that, over the
years, people have filled with rocks. I've passed it any number of times, but
it's recently looking a little worse for wear. Go figure that!
Our caching outing was marred only by Natalie taking a spill during a river
crossing. She got a bit banged up, and it looks like it might be curtains for
her phone, but otherwise, I think she's fine. Such are the risks out there in
the wild!
After geocaching, I headed up to Martinsville to hang out at the old homestead
for a bit. I did find a new cache in Danville on my way from Chapel Hill. All
in all, a rigorous but relaxing weekend. You can bet I'll take it.
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Old, rock-filled car gives nary a shit about geocacher taking its
picture. Its condition has deteriorated considerably over the years. |
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| The same car in July 2013 |
