Last time I went out to search the elusive cache, the temps were in the teens, with a brisk wind blowing. It was chilly, but tolerable. Now that, up here in the Midwest, the temps are in the "Holy buckets" below Zero, and wind chills in the "Oh, my God" below Zero, I thought "Wouldn't it be cool (no pun intended) to bundle up, blast off and seach for a cache that's under a foot of snow!" Maybe at night, too.
Let's hear your "extreem geocaching" stories.
(There I was, on top of Mt. Everest, a full load of satellite signals, hanging on with my bare toes to reach a cache under a ledge... Well, OK fiction is fun, but...)