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One minor point of concern. I couldn't find #215, #281, and #288. Am I missing something, or is there something about those?

The thing about those is there is a space between the "#" and the number in the title--this may have messed up your search...They are:


ISQ #215, The Great Sultana by Mystery Dog (GCP904)


ISQ #288, Let Us Have Peace by Mystery Dog (GCPYPR)


ISQ #281 assigned to Dover Duo, not published yet, to our knowledge.


Thanks for your hard work on this!! It is appreciated.


Thanks for the accolades. I'm adding the 300's today. Given the number of gaps that occur, some occassional help will be appreciated.

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OK, I think that I have the list up to date. There are 364 listings spread over 4 bookmark lists. This includes the six ISQ - OC caches (in the fourth list) as well. I tried to standardize the punctuation and spacing for the listings, with a few minor exceptions in order to keep them in number order. The Indian Spirit Quest caches are separated by the alphabetical order--I felt that they shouldn't be edited to fit in with the others just to preserve number order.


If I'm missing any, please let me know and I'll add it. Also, I'll try to keep the list up to date by Friday evenings so that Saturday-run pocket queries will reflect the total.

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nobody told me when the last meeting was supposed to be so does that make you in violation of rule #1138?

Rule No. 1 is and always has been "There are no rules." Except of course for the 8 Simple Rules... :(

#1 - Assume all dogs under 15 pounds are more useful as bait than as pets.


#2 - Bladder control is vital for urban caching.


#3 - Rule #3 is under construction please come back later.


#4 - Leave no tern unstoned.


#5 - Letting your kids teethe on MilkBones is not allowed except in the flea markets and gunshows.


#6 - Pack light, leave heavy: The hotel WANTS you to take their stuff so they can get more.


#7 - Always keep a spare piece of paper with your mother's signature on it in case you need a note to get out of class.


#8 - They ARE watching you and you're NOT paranoid.

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The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down

Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee

The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead

When the skies of November turn gloomy.


With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more

Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty

That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed

When the gales of November came early


The ship was the pride of the American side

Coming back from some mill in Wisconson

As the big freighters go it was bigger than most

With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.


Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms

When they left fully loaded for Cleveland

And later that night when the ships bell rang

Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.


The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound

And a wave broke over the railing

And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,

T'was the witch of November come stealing.


The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait

When the gales of November came slashing

When afternoon came it was freezing rain

In the face of a hurricane West Wind


When supper time came the old cook came on deck

Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya

At 7PM a main hatchway caved in

He said fellas it's been good to know ya.


The Captain wired in he had water coming in

And the good ship and crew was in peril

And later that night when his lights went out of sight

Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.


Does anyone know where the love of God goes

When the words turn the minutes to hours

The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay

If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.


They might have split up or they might have capsized

They may have broke deep and took water

And all that remains is the faces and the names

Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.


Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings

In the ruins of her ice water mansion

Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,

The islands and bays are for sportsmen.


And farther below Lake Ontario

Takes in what Lake Erie can send her

And the iron boats go as the mariners all know

With the gales of November remembered.


In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed

In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral

The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times

For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.


The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down

Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee

Superior, they say, never gives up her dead

When the gales of November come early.

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