Barnacle Bear

A great cemetery cache is Nancy Drew (WGS84). (Please excuse me for not being able to send you there.) Look at the fine job that Greenback did. It is interesting and respectful to Millie Benson. From what I've heard about Millie, I believe that she would enjoy the mystery of it all. When I cleared the snow I was happily surprised to see what was on her stone. What a woman she was. BB

For some, DNF = some kind of failure and is a blot on their record. It all depends on your perspective. You can keep your stats in any way that pleases you. If you want, you can award yourself your own blue ribbons for races in which you have never run. But you can't fool the person in the mirror. The person in the mirror has the only opinion that counts. I record all our Did Not Fails. (We hunt as a team. One woman. One dog. And a humanoid.) Our stats stink. 20 for 34 = .588. So why record all of our setbacks? Because we had fun on every, single one of them. Our logs are there to remind us. The .588 means nothing! The 34 means everything! Would I geocache if we never found anything? No! But I would still chase the blonde through the boonies. Not sure about the dog. BB

Thank you all for taking the time to write. Caching was a trick I played upon my wife. It worked, too. She likes rides. I don't. She likes walking. I do too. Even better, I like walking with her. I navigate. We walk. She usually finds when we find. Can she ever crow. And strut? We probably could not geocache out of a paper bag but I guarantee that we would have fun trying. Does this qualify as having a life? Don't know. Don't care. BB

Forumcachers are always looking for nits and/or collecting hairs to split.

My first GPS had a crank on the side. Didn't have soap since dirt hadn't been invented.

It's all a question of why you are here at all. Scores mean nothing to anyone but scorekeepers and statiticians. I admit it. You are a better cacher than I. My stats stink. Almost half of mine are DNF, which means Did Not Fail. The real reason I go is not to find a Tupperware container under a stump in the snow. I log each DNF because it reminds me of the fun that I had that day. The test of the warrior is not from without. It is from within.

A suggestion from someone about 25 feet further down the path. Decide why you are doing this. If it is so that you can get out and do things with your best friend you don't need a Hemi powered GPS. Take your (Hers & Yours) time and have fun. Use your friend's GPS to get started. Tell your bride the truth. If you don't like geocaching (Horrors!) you will still be able to get most of your money back by reselling the unit. She has almost nothing to lose. We've had our unit since the first of the year. Our batting average stinks. I'm getting very proficient in walking in circles. So far our GPS has been a fine family investment. Found or DNF, hobby, avocation, addiction? It's been good for us. dadgum, I like chasing that woman through the woods.

Geocaching was invented to put the fun back in dysFUNctional. If that doesn't work for you it's your FUNeral.

Thank you!

Is it acceptable to use a forum, such as this, to arrange a geobreakfast? Something like: We'd like to meet some geocachers from the Toledo, Ohio area. Let's gather for breakfast on: Saturday 7 February 2004 at: N-41'39.616 x W83'40.070 at: 08:30 Hints: West is good. South is good. Repeating letters are good. With a name like Schmuckers - your in the wrong place. Stumped? Call: 419-450-0501 Thank you!

Yes, think of the children! THINK OF THE CHILDREN! Yeayaaas. And all this talk about the immolation of poor, defenseless hamsters is quite disturbing. I may have a bad dream tonight. BB PS Please don't point that hamster at me.

1) It is alright to fudge on the rules if you think that you are the FTF. 1a) If the rules say "Women Only" it is alright to log it as long as you were wearing a dress. 2) If you work during the day it is okay to break the rules. If you work at night it is okay to break the rules. If you don't work it is okay to break the rules. (Please fill in any reason you want.) 3) If you do not like the way that I cache that is tough on you. I have my own rules and, while they are rather flexible, I do follow them. 4) No one can hold me responsible for whatever I've done. You just don't understand. I have good reasons for doing anything I want. 5) Go ahead, delete the log. I don't care. That's why I didn't follow the directions and had to be FTF in the first place. A scalp is a scalp. 6) I don't have to respect you, or Geocaching, but you must respect me. 7) My time is important. Your time, talent and creativity in placing a cache means nothing. 8) Don't take it personal. It's only a hobby. 9) My way or the highway! 10) All geocaching glory to the most important me, Me, ME!

Some get away with anything because no one will hold them accountable.

Right now geocaching is a lot like CB radio. There is no accountability because everybody hides behind an avatar. We depend on the goodness of cachers to uphold standards of conduct that cannot be enforced because no one can be held responsible. Geoterrorits will drive away many of today’s cachers but will ultimately selfdestruct because they will not be able to sustain geocaching without our help. In the mean time, do what is right, and wait. All we have to do is last.

Wow! Thank you!

Thank you! They are on the charger.

7.68 degrees Kelvin

Many rechargeable batteries work best when the batteries are totally drained before recharging. Does this apply to NiMH batteries? If so, what is the best way to drain them. Flashlight?

There is a time and place for everything. Accept it, We change.

Sincere condolences from Count Spikerton von Sweinikus and the rest of Barnacle Bear.

Me, too! Me, too!

Have dog. Will cache.

If you are afraid of squirrels, don't act like a nut.

Didn't the Thesaurus die with the rest of the dinosaurs?

I am so green I'm Irish. But let me warn you: You CAN have too much of a good thing. The biggest mistake I ever made was telling Miss Madonna about caching. (The second biggest mistake was telling Miss Madonna about Cabela's, but that's another story.) She likes rides. I don't. We both like to walk. She's always after me to get out and get the stink blowed off. A Geocaching marriage made in heaven, Right? Wrong! We go on our first real cache together. New GPS. 87.6 hours of key beeps and the coordinates are finally in. Lots of help from Miss Madonna. "Gee, Honey, does that calculator use batteries? She drives to the area. I manfully try to explain just how we will proceed to our assigned goal. She says, "Let me see that whatchamacallit while you're putting on your boots." and she is out the door. She hesitantly enters the woods like Bambi on her first foray. I finish tieing my boots and exit the ve-hi-cle. That's when all hell breaks loose. Thunderous cheering. The Goodyear Blimp's overhead. The love of my life joyously leaves the woods leading the combined marching bands of Ohio State University and The University of Michigan. (We were in Wolverine territory.) There is a smile on her face that would stop an orthodontic convention in its tracks. And strut. She was in full strut. Overdirve strut. Way past the red line strut. Professor Herald Hill would a been proud. I knew the worst. She'd found it first. Pain and suffering and agony on me. Just then John Madden's bus drove up with seventeen sattalite (No I can't spell after such an ego brusing!) trucks. They set up while Miss Madonna lead the combined bands on three victory laps around the parking lot. Madden was finally ready. I'm elbowed to the back of the crowd and barely hear him as he thrust the mike in her face and beams "Just how did you accomplish this awesome feat, little lady?" She smacks her fist and says "Preparation, John, preparation. I was psyched when I entered the woods. Truly pumped! Then I made full use of my equipment. I just followed this pointy thingy right to the cache! It was like discovering a parrallel universe. It simply changed my life!" It changed my life, too, but not for the better. The ride home was as fun as removing my own spleen. I was already taking lots of gas. I hate the song Nonee Nonee NON-eee, except when I'm singing it! The back door never looked so good. Since then she and the dog sleep with the GPS. I sleep on the basement floor. Who the hell wants to go geocaching? Life just ain't fair! You'll regret doing it together. BB no more.