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SeanMurphy

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  1. Is that skull designed after Richard Moll's makeup from the 80s horror movie "House"?
  2. So I set up this Harbor Hike cache a couple years ago as one of my first. It was in a surplus ammo can that I'd painted black with the Groundspeak logo on it. I placed it about a half mile hike down a boulder beach by a seasonal waterfall. This spring I got a message from someone that they couldn't find it, so I went to check and sure enough, it was gone. Struck me as odd because it was secured amongs rocks and halfway up a cliff that was hard enough to get to that it was pretty free of muggle traffic. I looked around the beach to see if it had fallen down and become lodged amongst the rocks, to no avail. I wrote it off as lost, feeling bad because there was a travelbug in it when it was last seen. Yesterday I got an email from a non-cacher who had stumbled across the cache container on a beach which was 20 miles across open water (see picture). Needless to say, I was baffled. He sent me a picture of the container and it's contents: I guess the watertight seal on this 15 year old surplus container held up better than expected in order to float the cache all the way across the Minas Basin (home of the highest tides in the world). The fact that it didn't get hung up on the Cape Split peninsula on its way across is pretty amazing. It would have been months, if ever, for it to turn up found there, as it's an easy 3-4 hour hike to get to the tip. Just thought I'd pass the story along. The guy who found it is shipping me the cache in the mail, as it's about a 4 hour drive around the basin to where he lives. I'll restock it and reset it a little more sturdily this time, I think.
  3. The worst injury I've ever seen during my (so far) 1 year of caching, was during a journey to the gypsum cliffs near St Croix, Nova Scotia. It was raining quite a bit and, if you've ever gotten drywall wet you know what gypsum does when it's raining. The ground was soft and squishy, and there were numerous sink holes and washouts which we'd been forwarned of. My friend and I (never cache alone) are, neither of us, small men. We were carefully picking our way around the swiss cheesed ground, I was out front. Suddenly I hear a burst of profanity and I turn back to see my buddy with one leg in the ground, right up to his crotch, the other leg splayed out beside him. I always tell him that he should be grateful. The earth tried to swallow him whole, and only his fat butt saved him.
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