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DO rehide the cache so as not to draw attention to it. DO NOT line up a bunch of sticks on top of it. DO draw inspiration from the area around you. DO scatter leaves. DO set rocks at natural angles. DO recognize that disturbed rocks, sticks, leaves, etc look different from undisturbed rocks, etc and plan accordingly. There's nothing more discouraging than arriving at a cache site and spotting the cache immediately because the previous cacher set five or six sticks on top of the cache (in parallel, no less) or turned over rocks to rehide the cache, thus creating an obvious difference between the cache site and the rest of the area. Sorry about the rant. Pet peeve.

With a line like that, thank god you posted a picture!

... here's my suggestion. Take your group, blindfold 'em, and dump 'em in the woods miles and miles away from civilization. Give 'em a rope, a peanut and a AA battery. Any that make it back to the office get to keep their jobs.

HA HA!! I just got it.

I'm torn between being welcoming and kind and wanting to take a running start at the huge target ThatBoatGuy has presented. Well, God bless you, ThatBoatGuy. And Mr. Snazz, put me on your mailing list for your next SylvanRave, 'kay?

Well, a bit of both, actually. I'm still sort of into what's *in* a cache. It's not that I want stuff necessarily but I'm curious about what folks leave. And folks leave a lot of pencils, stickers and McToys. But more discouraging than the contents are the poor choices of locales: my favorite caches have led me to places I would never go on my own. Up mountains, across streams, to odd or different features in the landscape both natural and man-made. But these locations seem to get fewer and far between as I walk behind schools and into briars only to find an unimaginative hiding place. Yes, yes, I know that it's my choice which caches to hunt. And I'm getting better at sorting the wheat from the chaff. A poorly written cache page is a good indicator that the hunt will be poor, too. So I just keep looking and reading and sorting and if I get some time I'll go looking for what I hope is a physically and mentally challenging cache.

I really didn't want to. There's just something so *wrong* about wearing a color that makes your eyes bleed. But as I spend a lot of time in the hunter-infested woods it seemed a prudent step. Now if only I could find one large enough for my pet Holstein "Rudy".

I play Scrabble through the mail with a mail-artist friend. I'd love to start another game: anyone interested?

I have been on some great cache hunts and then there are all the rest: a tupperware container full of junk hidden under a log with 6 sticks lined up on top of it as camoflauge. I doubt I'll stop caching (and it's about time I started hiding a couple) but it's discouraging to take more time and effort to seek a cache than the hider took to place it. Too many caches like these a girl's likely to retire her GPS. And, of course, the other side is time. I don't seem to have much right now and the little I do have gets wasted on errands and work.

"If the GPS tells me how fast I'm going when I'm just sitting in my car driving, why can't it tell me how fast I'm going on this treadmill??" Okay, I confess: this thought flashed through my brain a split second ahead of the "d'oh!" that was chasing it...

your brain. And once you have it, use it. Once in particular I forgot mine and it caused not a little panic. GPS is great, a compass is wonderful and a cell phone *may* save your life. But none of these are worth squat if you don't use your head.

I think you can get CD but I'm not sure where...

quote: The problem with threats is that you never really know which ones to take seriously. Therefore, all threats should be handled as if they are serious. Beg to differ. May I recommend a fantastic book? "The Gift of Fear" by Gavin de Becker will tell you quite clearly which threats can be discounted and which should be heeded. quote: The language in the note is too ambiguous to be used as evidence of a threat. "This is my hunting spot for 10 years. I would highly advise you to find another spot because bullets will be flying everywhere around you- arrows too. We know who you are. 5 of us. We have your book. You better find another spot. At least one mile. You better tell your www dot com the same thing." What's ambiguous about that? The writer is threatening to shoot geocachers. Not just the writer but the writer and four others. "We know who you are" in this context is highly threatening. They need to be reported to the proper authorities.

My number 2 pencil just broke... So. Where are the answers??

If/when I found the cache if it seemed that the location in that rock field was unique in some way (different rock type, highest point, largest rock, unique rock formation, all of the above) I'd be quite pleased with the cache because the hiding spot would be obvious after I found the cache. If, however, someone had just ditched the micro any ol' place I'd be a bit peeved.

Love it! Black Rock City isn't operational all year round, perhaps we could occupy it briefly-- the only problem with caching on the playa is all the caches would be 1/1s... "My GPS says it's 1 mile thataway." "Yep, I can see it from here..."

Was out today in a spot that typically has poor reception so I wasn't that surprised when I couldn't get a lock. When the GPSr finally did lock onto a signal, the coordinates were cycling all over the place. If I believed the eTrex, I'd be going in all directions at once. What is this??

Is that one of those "micro mews"?? HA HA!! HA!!! oh god I'm tired.

Buy yours TODAY! (at American Science and Surplus) Screaming Orange Vest Play road worker. Walk in the woods without looking like a deer. Hope to be seen when changing a tire. Every style conscious person knows there is a time and a place when nothing will do except a screaming orange vest. Ours is fairly light plastic with a black plastic trim strip on the edges and as ties at the waist. It might wrap three times around a six year old, but our one size will fit all adults. 29750 EMERGENCY VEST $1.25 / EACH (was $1.75)

... archie mcphee and American Science and Surplus. Both good places for amusing, unusual stuff. (I bought a 3 pack of rubber chicken key chains at Archie McPhee for about $6. Not bad...)

quote: Actually, did he say "you're in my way" or "urine my way"? ow! ow! oh, that hurt... ... I think my eyes are bleeding now.

Then please say so on the cache page. Please. I beg you. My Honda can't take many more rough roads!