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  1. leswon

    my precious

    Are you talking about Gollum? I think he was burned in the fires of Mordor.
  2. Installment 3: All Good Stories Have a Happy Ending, Leswons Return to the Once-Raging River 9-25-2008 My team planned a surprise "going away to college party" for me which included going to look again for this cache. My friend who lives near the river had checked and it was low. We arrived at the river and I was amazed, where there had once been waist deep water there were now rocks with weeds growing around them. The river was down at least 3 feet maybe a little more and the current was all but gone. "Oh Yeah" I said, "This is more like it, lets go." We easily walked across the river, well almost easily. The rocks in the ankle deep water were covered in slime and very slippery, I sat down, hard. My team laughed at me and we soon arrived at the island. Unfortunately the weed and bug level had not gone down and sattelite reception had not gone up. The four of us quickly covered the obvious looking places that I had looked in last time. The cache still wasn't there of course. We searched and searched, and then I saw it. Just sitting in the weeds, I opened it and took out the log. The log was wet, soaked all the way through, I couldn't write on it. "Does anybody have paper?" I asked, "A pen?" No one did. My sister looked around in the woods and found a wrapper of a Sprite bottle. "I don't know if a pencil will write on that," I said, "but give it here and I'll try." Luckily the pencil did write on it so I signed the wrapper and put it in the cache. We also moved the cache a few feet to where we thought it must have come from. The water was so shallow we decided to walk across the dam on the way, it was very easy and kind of fun. All's well that ends well!
  3. I've see the river alot higher than this, it can't be too bad. The current doesn't look very fast, I can make it. I'll go alone.
  4. Installment 2: Leswon's First Encounter With The Police While Geocaching July 17th 2008 Once again I am at my friends house in Liberty Center OH, this time we are biking to Lakeside OH (76 miles.) About 10 miles into the ride one of the boys bikes begins to fall apart so we go to Grand Rapids again and arrrange for him to get picked up. While we are waiting my friend and I decide to go and find one of the caches that my river adventure did not leave time for. My friends Mom gave us ten minutes and we ruushed over to find a cache by a antique bike shop. It was about 8:50 in the morning and so there were no muggles around. We quickly retrieved the cache from the base of a telephone pole to discover there is no pencil. Neither my friend or I have one of course so I went into the bike shop to borrow one. Luckily they were open even though the sign said they didn't open untill 9:00. I left the shop with a pen and came running around the corner to see a police car cruising slowly along behind my friend and the cache which was open on the ground by the telephone pole. He was giving us that "you look suspicious" look, but he drove past us and around a corner. We probably did look kinda suspicious, two teenage girls sitting on the ground at the base of telephone pole holding a weird little box. "Quick" I said, "hand me that log, lets sign and scram" As I finished signing the policeman drove up again. This time he stopped and said in a very suspicious tone, "What are you doing here?" while still giving us that "you look suspicious" look. "It's a geocache, sir" my friend quickly replied. "He didn't say anything and there was no look of enlightenment on his face but he slowly drove off again. "I guess he knows what geocaching is" my friend said, "maybe, I hope so" I replied, "but lets go." We put the cache back in its hiding place and quickly biked back to where the rest of our group was. As we told them our story the policeman drove by us again, and when we left town he was pulled off the road watching us as we left. The river looked like it was going down, so I will be going after that island cache again soon with my team.
  5. Gas Money = 0$ extra for geocaching. 1. The cache is on the way of wherever I am already going. 2. I walk or bike to the cache. Maybe I'll grab a few caches on my bike ride from the MI/OH state line to the Mackinaw Bridge.
  6. Maybe this cacher is disabled and has a robot with a camera that he uses to find caches and the robot is not capable of signing the log! Always good to think of every possibility!
  7. July 14th 2008 11:00 AM My sister and I load up our bikes and drive to Liberty Center OH. We go to one of my friends houses there and she joins my geocaching team along with her Mom and little sister. We all get on our bikes and bike about 15 miles to Grand Rapids OH, finding two geocaches along the way. The third geocache we planned to find was on a island near a dam in the Maumee river, which for those of you who are not familiar with it, is a wide, muddy, and usually shallow (by the dam anyways) river. The cache page said you needed guts to get this cache but it was possible to get it by foot, the water was usually about knee deep, it also said (in bold letters) not to attempt it if the river was high. We arrived at the top of the dam and my friend said the river was high. I thought to myself, "Well the river is kinda high, but I've seen it higher, little bit of water doesn't scare me, I've got guts" So I peeled of my socks and shoes, rolled up my jeans and announced, "Lets get going" My friend replied, "I'm not going" my sister said, "Not me." "Well!" I said, "I guess I'll go alone" My friends mom said, "You going in barefoot? This river's bottom is covered in fishhooks!" I convinced my sister to let me borrow her sandals. She also reassured my that she would come rescue me if I got into trouble. "Thanks" I said, "I'm goin' now" So I started back on the trail to get downstream of the dam a ways and to use these stone "steps" I had seen. I got to the "steps" and started down. "Step One" "My sisters shoes are too big, I don't have very good grip" "Step Two" "Aaah these aren't steps, itsa ramp" "Step Three" I'm sliding down the stones on my backside scraping my arms along the way. I arrived at the edge of the river, stood up, brushed the loose skin of my arms and stepped into the river. As the swift current tried to sweep my feet out from under me, I decided I could really use a walking stick. I also decided to get it at the first island which wasn't very far. The water was not knee deep, it was waist deep. "Oh well, I knew I was gonna get wet" I muttered to myself as I reached the first island and procured my walking stick. I looked across the water to the island the cache was on, it was quite far especially considering the condition of the river. "Can't back out now" I thought to myself and started across. As the water got deeper I began to think that really, this was not a good idea. But then the water leveled off between waist deep and chest deep so I continued, as I fought the current I quit using my stick to check the depth of the water in front of me. Bad idea, Whoosh! the bottom of the river disappeared from beneath my feet, luckily geocachers instinct kicked in causing me to raise my GPS high above my head. Several thoughts crossed my mind in those brief seconds that felt like eternity, the first of those thoughts being that this was the beginning of the end of my geocaching career and my 17-year-old life. Soon my feet found the bottom, the water was now chin deep. "Why am I in this river? What possesed me to do this? and Why am I so stupid?" were now the thoughts in my mind. Now I was scared, it was nearly impossible to stay on my feet with the strong current. Fortunantely for me, the deep spot was quite small and I soon got back into the waist deep water. With great relief I climbed onto the bank of the island, I ran over to where I could see my team and yelled and waved to let them know I had made it. The fact that they looked very small made me realize how much river I had crossed and would have to cross again. I set out into the woods to find the elusive cache. The weeds were every bit as high as the water had been and the mosquitos were almost as thick as the water. I could tell it had been a while since they'd had a good meal. Using my stick as a machete I looked for the cache, the trees did not help matters by blocking good satellite reception. When all is said and done I didn't find the cache, I'd looked for almost an hour and I knew I needed to get back before my team called 911 or worse, went to get ice cream without me. I felt like screaming "All that....for nothing!!!" I went to the other side of the island to see if perhaps it would be easier to get back to the mainland that way. It was every bit as far, with no island to take a break on so I decided to go back the way I came. Above all other terrors, I feared falling into that hole again so I went well downstream of where it was. I started into the river, the current was just as determined to knock me over as I was determined to stay on my feet. I won the dispute by a narrow margin. I soon got into deep water again and turned back as the water crept up towards my shoulders. I went back to where it had been shallow and went downstream more untill I found a shallower spot. With great gladness I approached the other island, I was about 5 feet from it when Wham! I smacked into a stone ledge that was hidden by the water and promptly fell down. Once again geocahers instinct saved my GPS from a near drowning incident. I stood up and carefully stepped up onto the ledge and then onto the island. Almost there, I breathed a sigh of relief. The crossing from that island to the mainland was uneventful, for which I was truly grateful. I clambered up the bank of the mainland to the trail, soaked and dripping wet from my chin to my toes in my polo shirt and jeans. A young couple was on the trail, I said a polite Hi! and got the "What kind of weirdo are you?" look. I then saw my friends Mom coming up the trail with my bike, sure enough my team had deserted me in the river and had gone to the ice cream shop. She and I went and joined them, and I got a few more weird looks in town. Then we got on our bikes and biked 15 miles back, against a strong wind. I still quite wet. It was very nice to get back to my friends house and to give you an idea of how long that all took it was 6:00 PM when we arrived. Leswon
  8. Has anybody ever actually done this? Hi! I'm Leswon (after seeing gps)
  9. I'm also taking English Comp this semester, good luck! 1. Read an article in the local paper, and decided to try it because I had picked up a used GPS for $5 at a garage sale 2. I went to the local park with the GPS and followed the trail of crushed weeds, at the end was a cache. 3. Nope 4. It's fun. 5. Hunt 6. My favorite cache place is in Clare, MI because it's near a little dam with a little bridge going over it. 7. Probably the one in the middle of the swampy thornpatch where mosquitos were using me for a dinner buffet. 8. Yes, one, it was really fun we canoed down the Huron River and picked up trash along the banks. My canoe found a huge hunk of old hemp rope. My dad found a swivel chair. 9. I was at the library trying to find a movie and I walked over to my sister who at the computers and she said, "see those two guys, they are geocachers too." I watched them pick up a book with a large geocaching sticker on it. I thought, "oh cool a geocaching book that isn't Geocaching for Dummies or an Idiots Guide to Geocaching" so after they left I went and grabbed the book. Then my sister said, "we are in a hurry, you can look at that later come help me find a movie" so I took the book over to the movie section where I opened it up and realized it was a cache. A very cool multicache where the last stage was a book in the library.
  10. I love the new Google maps, they are great.
  11. I would estimate that at least 75% (or more) of all geocachers in America have been bitten by mosquitos while caching. I've certainly recieved my fair share of mosquito bites. Itch.... As for chiggers I didn't get them caching but I would say they are worse than mosquitos. Double itch....
  12. TNLN= Took nothing, left nothing
  13. I think it is a wonderful idea. Go ahead and do it please.
  14. Please No!!!! Everybody makes mistakes, not just people under 18. I will admit my first cache was a failure but that doesn't mean I should have to wait 1 1/2 years to try again. I learned from my mistake and am sure my next cache will be better.
  15. So all you need to be an honorary Indiana cacher is a golden ammo can? I bet I could get some gold spray paint.
  16. Those proud Indianins! Maybe you should get somebody to make that official! I also am about as far south as you can get in Michigan (5 miles from the border of ohio) thats where Temperance is. P.S. By the way oh ye Indianins, I am coming to visit Wednesday and Thursday! Did you all know that there are only 2 traditional caches and 2 earthcaches in Clifty Falls State Park? hint hint hint
  17. 0$ Garmin Etrex=Birhtday Present Rechargable Batteries=Christmas Present Swag= Toys Stolen from Little Brothers and Sisters (well Mom was going to pitch them anyway)
  18. This is the only website I can get avatars to work on. Work again please, testing.
  19. I don't want to go above 50 but if it was a really nice GPS I might.
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