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  1. Speaking of rabbits... The other day I went to check on my cache and low and behold it was jacked. All that was left was the lock and lock. After replacing the container with a few trinkets I thought I'd go check out another cache that was nearby. Passing through a meadow I spotted out of the corner of my eye a little white rabbit. Now I know the park has an abundance of wild creatures but this little fella didn't belong. I walked right up to him and he didn't even flinch. Obviously someone had dumped their pet in the park. couldn't just leave him there, he'd be easy prey for dogs, cats, raccoons, birds of prey and hungry homeless people. So, I scooped him up and brought him home with me. Unfortunately I already have 4 cats and 3 dogs and just can't handle another pet right now so, if anyone is interested in adopting this little bunny, send me a message. Located in the Bronx, NY.
  2. I'm still a newb, didn't know this was the wrong forum. If someone can move it for me, it would be much appeciated.
  3. Attention CITO: GLAD is giving away a million trash bags and a chance to win $1000. for yourself and your favorite charity. free trashbags My momma always said "It doesn't hurt to try".
  4. It'd be really funny if, a newb went out for his 1st find and found this particular cache you couldn't find.
  5. Oh man, that's a real bummer. I know how you feel. Had my car stolen twice here in NYC. I hope the travel bug pays off big time for you and you get your scooter back all in one piece. Couldn't help laughing @ "She's a true travel bug now"
  6. frigivelse min geocoin venligst ( Release my geocoin please)... I used google translater. Don't know how accurate it is in translating
  7. If it weren't for paper my son would have never found this cache Borderless in France
  8. http://www.geocaching.com/seek/cache_details.aspx?guid=ed820747-765d-4050-9328-3e848f464a76 There was a little story leading up to this incredible extraordinary find. My son and a friend of his had just started Geocaching before my son had to leave on a summer sea term. My son decided to take his gps to help him get around Europe and find his way back to the ship. His friend contacted me on FB and asked if I'd send some Geocache coordinates for Dublin and Malta. Unfortunately for some unknown reason the ship's email system kept failing and or reset losing the coords before my son had a chance to see them. By the time they got to their last port which was Brest France my son had given up and said to forget about sending any Geocache coordinates for Brest since they were only going to be there for 3 days, 2 of which he would be spending in classes, ship work and watch. The story starts on their final day. His emails were few and far between so, when I got this email I was in awe of his great adventure and hung on every word.
  9. I was thinking the same thing... Say we give this guy the benefit of the doubt, with emails going unanswered what other reason could it be but that he had a horrible fatal accident on the way home. Well then, I would rather think he's just untrustworthy. Ugh, I'm rambling, let me stop.
  10. not for nothing but, if I could afford a PM I would get it just to support GC in all aspects. I really love the forums.
  11. I got 2 dolphin Geocoin travelers, which I've been anxiously waiting for. I'm going to attach it to to a matchbox spongebob rescue boat and set it free. Name: Bikini Bottom Rescue
  12. That was my first thought. Usually a muggle will leave your stuff alone if it's labeled "Official Geocache, Please Do Not Disturb" .. As far as I know, animals can't read.
  13. I wouldn't take the chance of turning the keg into a cache. If a muggle finds it there's a good chance it'll be returned for the deposit or cashed in at some recycling depot, and there goes all your hard work.
  14. I would think if you're not a tourist yourself, adopt the cache and log it
  15. In case you were wondering what the last item was, it is a TB, Borderless Express.
  16. This was a seamail I received from my son while he was on the last leg of a 45 day sea term. Their ports included Dublin, Malta and lastly Brest France. His 1st hide included the TB found in France GC2M0WE Enjoy the read. seawave.net: Hey i actually had a good day in france today. So today I was Rather Upset that I couldn't go to Normandy as the school wasn't able to get another bus. I was reading the Brittany (region Brest is in) info paper our librarian wrote and it said an art festival was going on in Quimper. I mentioned it to my friend Caleb and he said we should go. As we left I forgot something so I went back to get it but when I returned he was gone so I was like whatever I'll just do some shopping in town and Enjoy A Few Drinks, Responsibly. Of course I had forgotten that it was Sunday, meaning nearly every store was closed. After wandering around for an hour I saw Caleb walking up a street so I waved him down. I asked if he'd found the train station yet; he hadn't so we kept walking and eventually a local was able to point us in the right direction. Inside the station we were in a magazine store; Caleb was looking at a map of Brittany. Seeing that Quimper was a small landlocked town he was like no let's not go there we'll get bored with the festival after like 20 minutes then we'll be stuck in some Quaint Yet Boring town. I told him to pick somewhere else then and he said he wanted to visit the North coast so we were looking at the nearby towns. We eventually picked some random town called Morlaix near some river that went out to the sea. After navigating the unnecessarily complex ticket machines we went to the platform to board. It cost A Whopping 35 euros for two tickets, and that's with the student discounts. The train was very nice though, sleek, clean and most of all quiet at 85 mph. Most of the Brittany countryside we saw was rolling farmlands and trees with small suburbia communities of similar looking but widely spaced houses. We arrived at Morlaix after 40 minutes or so and our first impressions were not great. The place was Very Quiet, but we'd already paid for our tickets so we just started walking. The road to the town center was a long, winding steep hill. We passed by countless houses and numerous shops, all closed of course. A ways down I noticed a side-path; a worn and weathered stone staircase leading down to some kind of decrepit pond/pool in something like a really tiny and overgrown park. The pond was rectangular and covered by an open roof - that is I mean a roof with just the sloping borders, with an open top to let sunlight in. As I walked down the steps and came around I could see the water was stagnant, with lots of pond-scum everywhere. In the surrounding stone walls there was a small alcove filled with water you could reach into (it had lots of bugs so I didn't dare stick my hands into the water). What caught my eye however was a standard 8x11 sheet of paper on the ground. It had been there for some time as it was damp and badly discolored. As I got closer though I was able to make out the header at the top of the page... Geocaching.com! My brain immediately did a did-I-just-read-what-I-think-I-read as I snatched up the paper for a closer look. Sure enough, it was a printout from geocaching.com; it was in French so I couldn't understand it, but what I could understand were the coordinates, just beneath the header. I knew it then, fate had given me these coordinates- I *had* to find this cache. Caleb had no clue what I was all excited about so I gave him a brief explanation though he didn't really understand. We continued our journey to the town center, which was situated under a very large stone bridge that met the beginning of a river. The Geocache coordinates were only about half a minute of latitude off from our current location. Caleb was trying to bum a cigarette off the locals but they were having none of that. He didn't want to bother with the cache, and since we didn't have a lot of time to get to the coast I considered moving on, but then I thought: if I came back to the States and told Nelson about this, and *didn't* find the cache, well, I'd never hear the end of it. I told Caleb if I did only one thing in this port it was gonna be finding this cache. The GPS led us along the river, though I wasn't sure which side I was supposed to be on since the gps-compass was being screwy. We crossed over to the west side and as we followed the GPS we came across a road next to a stacked-stone wall with numerous holes perfect for hiding caches in. I searched every one but alas came up with nothing. the GPS said we were still ~150ft off, but it was pointing to the wall and we were in no mood for climbing. We followed the road along the river until we came to a side street where the wall ended. Just around the corner there was a hill leading up to a trail going into the forest atop the wall we were at before. The search was on once more. Hiking up the steep trail brought us to a spot overlooking the river and Morlaix, we searched high and low (well, mostly low) but our attempts yielded nothing yet. From there the trail descended a ways downhill, though not far from the overlook there was a side trail that was curiously fenced-over, we found the explanation on a sign post that read DANGER OF FALLING. Of course I wasn't going to let a sign or fence stop me (a non barbed or electric one anyway) so I walked down the trail and started searching the stone wall supporting the overlook above. Many of the rocks were loose; I could stick my hand in and pull out lots of smaller ones. I couldn't help but think these would be perfect spots for caches, and that it'd Be Very Painful if I pulled the wrong stone and the hole caved in on my hand, however unlikely that might have been. Unfortunately all I found were rocks as I just mentioned and fine cobwebs.. I decided to get around the fence somehow so I held onto it and swung out and around over the edge of the trail. The forbidden-trail went a ways along the wall I was searching; around the bend it ended abruptly in a sheer drop to certain death on the riverside below so I was extra careful to not die. Long sentence short I didn't find anything. Well, except for some false alarms which turned out to be an empty wine bottle and a small milk carton. Trash people had thrown over the side of the overlook no doubt. Discouraged I walked back to the other side of the fence where Caleb was rolling a cigarette. I told him maybe it's somewhere else and started up the trail back to the overlook when I noticed another loose stone on the wall. Every loose stone and crevice thus far had been duds so far but I figured it wouldn't hurt so I gave it a tug. It slid out easily and lo and behold, a small tupperware container was staring at me through the darkness! I took it and knew immediately I had hit a jackpot: this thing was *full*.. Compared to the stuff we found in NYC caches this one had genuine treasure. From the vault I took three objects, three times more than what you're supposed to take- so in accordance I left 3 of my possessions. It was a hard choice; I hadn't planned on geocaching at all so I didn't bring anything I intended to give. I searched my bag and after some internal debate I parted with one of my navigation dividers, one of my old Delta company pins and a quarter Caleb had in his pocket (which was I might add minted on my birth year). For the exchange I chose a 5 Franc coin dated 1947, a bracelet like trinket made of rope decoratively wrapped around a clear marble and finally a special item which you'll see when I get home, I won't spoil it here. In the logbook I made sure to sign my name and I wrote a paragraph too about myself and the circumstances in which I came across the cache. Anyway, that's it for story-mode. That was definitely the best part of my day but it was only half of it. The latter part involves hitchhiking, a castle in the sea, bad kayaking, French sailors in distress and cider. I'll tell you about it when I get home, but for now I'd like to get some sleep. Peace.
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