Just last Friday I was on vacation in Colarado. I absolutley KNEW there was a cache behind my uncle's house, I just KNEW it. So I punch the co-ords, and go. well, it's leading me the wrong way, but I trust the GSP'er. It takes me off path, which is weird, since it should be on the path.
So anyway, I am going through desert scrub-brushy grab your boots undergrowth type terrain, and come to a barbed wire fence, across form it is the morning rush hour on Hwy 287. I like barbed wire as much as the next guy, but I am not a fan of crossing a 4 foot high fence of it. So I follow the fence, which ends at a horse pen, and the horse fence goes the wrong way. So I had to cross it.
Let's just leave the fence crossing by saying I am glad my wife is pregnant, because it might be the last time, that was some big barbed wire.
In between the barbed and the highway were some cattails, no biggie. Well, they were tall, and I didn't see the 2 foot deep swamp until I was soaking in it. The good news is that the highway was easy to cross.
So the newt .45 miles were easy, I made it to the parking lot I KNEW was the starting area, not the caching area, what's going on here? Well I punched in the wrong co-ords, the ones for the start, not the info where the micro's were. So I .9 miles off again, at least I have the trail. Other then some strange looks from the wet jeans and the blood, I was cool. After all, I am a cacher!
So I get there, and peg off the first 2 clues no sweat. And I look. And look. And look. Did I mention my wife said I only have one hour to do this, this was her vacation too? ( Try explaning the mud and a bleeding testicle when you are an hour and a half late).
So I score a DNF, but get my uncle out the next morning. within a minute he found where the ammo box WAS buried, and as I looked at the cache page, the last 5 seekers posted DNF's. Not only did I get a DNF ( I did put in a request for it to be archived), but my non-caching uncle totally smoked me at my hobby. What a great day........NOT.
Make a sanity check.