catsandkids

Does anyone know who the "forest Defenders" are? I got several messages from them telling me to stop ruining the environment. Apparently, they are nut cases with the goal of ridding the world of evil geocaches! ( Gee, I actually kept a straight face while typing that!) I clicked on their name, but they are banned from geocaching. If that is so, how do they post on the website? I would like to give the idiots a piece of my mind, but I can't contact them, and their "blog" is one long anti-geocahing rant.I want to tell them to get real...there are a lot more pressing issues in the world. They need to go hug a tree and relax!

Hi, Can someone explain the process of adopting a cache. I came across a cache in need of maintenance. I emailed the owner, who was no longer caching, and he said he would gladly let me take it off his hands. Now what do I do?

I am relatively new to this ( having found my first cache in October 2007). I read about it in a parenting magazine called "Wondertime." As a mom to 3 kids, ages 12, 10, and 6, it seemed like something our whole family could do. It had the GPS for my 12 year old techno-nerd son. It has hiking for my hyperactive 10 year old daughters, and it had "treasures" for my 6 year old daughter. Best of all, after the initial investment for the GPS and a few other things, it is a cheap hobby. My husband says anything that keeps me out of the mall is fine with him. But the credit card companies miss me!

This may be slightly off-topic, but in regards to the micro in a diaper... Last week, on ebay, I searched for geocaches...got lots of responses... Some of them were for cache containers. I was shocked. Besides the standard ammo cans and magnetic key rings, someone was selling "containers" shaped like "doggie doo!" I'll stick to the standard ammo cans, tupperware and film containers, thank you very much!

This occurred before I was a cacher, but everytime I tell the story, people laugh: I was at a local park with some friends for a picnic. We were under the pavilion, when a pickup pulled up on the parking lot. A young woman got out first, with her baby. "rough" looking male companion got out next and walked away from the truck. The woman laid the little guy in the back of the truck, changed his diaper ( we could smell it 20 feet away) and proceeded to drop it in the grass next to our pavilion. There were 3 trashcans closer than us. Then, she walked away, presumably to join ROugh on a hike. One friend said to us, "I dare somebody to pick that up." I wasn't married, and had no kids, but had changed plenty of diapers in my time anyway. So, I picked it up, opened the door to their truck ( they were dumb enough to leave it unlocked, so they deserved it ) and dropped it, dirty side down, on the seat. It was nice and hot that day, too, and the windows in the truck were up. The rest of our group waslaughing hysterically. Not to be outdone, my friend Chris grabbed a piece of scrap paper and wrote: "I think you accidentally dropped this" on the paper, opened the door, and put it on the diaper. Then, we waited. There were several groups enjoying the park that day. they gave us a standing ovation when we sat back down. Hoping no one would squeal, we waited for the truck owner's return. ABout 30 minutes later, they came back. The look on Mr. Rough's face was priceless. We all heard the woman say, "I didn't put it in here! How stupid do you think I am? They started arguing and looked a bit lost. Chris sttod up, walked over, asked if everything was ok, real innocently. Then, she came over to us, grabbed some paper towels and gave them to the woman. I heard her say, "Sorry, we've been here all day but we didn't see anyone near your truck. the nerve of some people!"

Way to go, DG and company. I am so impressed! Officially listed or not, you all did one heck of a great job. High fives and pats on the back for all of you, especially those hard-working kids.