2WildBill

I'm newly irked, that is, I've just returned home from Vermont where I could not find a few geocaches. Upon going to the cache log, I discover that the coordinates are different from what I downloaded to my GPS. I can't help but think that the ease with which anyone can edit the cache coordinates, opens the opportunity for malicious individuals to mess up the game. Actually, this isn't the first time. I just now recall bushwhacking to coordinates on a Pennsylvania mountain top, where there was nothing to indicate anyone else had ever been there, ever. That episode created a few anxious thoughts, as I entered a beeline course to a way point I entered on the way up, in order to get out of the woods before sunset. Then also, I found that someone again changed the coordinates. With the new coordinates I might make the trip back up, or so I thought at the time, but now I'm not so sure How common is this alteration of coordinates?

I didn't mean gasket cement. I should have said adhesive sealant.

Same problem as others, however, I was able to remove the slack with some "linerless rubber splicing tape", 3M, Scotch, 130C. You can get this at any electrical supply house or possibly Home Depot/Lowes/Ace Hardware. I simply cut a strip long enough to go around the bottom of the unit, from just below the buttons on both sides. I then put the band back on with the linerless tape underneath. The fit is snug enough to use without adhesive, but, I'll be trying some Gorilla Glue also. As a last resort I will try the Permatex High Temp Silicone gasket cement. You can never get silicone products off, so, as I said, a "last resort". DO NOT USE RUBBER CEMENT AT ALL!!!! It actually causes the band to stretch and curl at the edges. I removed it immediately and the band seemed to shrink back to shape.

Being new at this Geocache thing, I was amazed to find a local cache, newly placed nine day previous, on a pond I long ago often paddled/fished. An opportunity to log a FTF possessed me and the following evening, after work, my sweetie joined me for a shared canoe ride to the GZ for my first FTF. It had been about four years since we enjoyed canoeing and look forward to a few more outings this summer.

I'm a maintainance mechanic dressed in uniform searching on a steel foot bridge over a river in town. I wear assorted gear pouches and was using a mirror to check the underside of surfaces for a magnetic cache. A guy pops out of the bushes at the end of the bridge and strolls over to me asking to bum a cigarette. I don't smoke and have nothing to give him so he then asks what I'm doing. I think the cigarette was a ruse. I tell him I'm bidding on a contract to paint the bridge and inspecting the condition of the previous paint job. I then showed him the unpainted underside of the hand rail and explained that the town would have to pay me more to do the job right. He seemed to buy my story and said," See you around", as he strolled away.