*** This Just In***

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

View from Lookout Fire Road when approaching Cuyamaca Peak.

[+SD Rowdies]

NOTICE: Made some changes on the "Right" series cache pages

for my most recent releases. If anybody downloaded them

before midnight, March 6th please reload. Mostly changed

names around on a small number of the "Right" series due to

my momentary confusion on the high trail.

 

Would be confusing to a finder when logging finds online so

wanted to swap a few cache names and related details.

 

My apology please,

Harmon

SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

Honk if you know where this is.

[+Let's Look Over Thayer]

This just in ...

 

 

Honk if you know where this is.

I haven't a clue (though I could probably narrow it down to a few square miles...) but that tree strikes me as ripe for some 'shoppin'.

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

Honk if you know where this is.

I haven't a clue (though I could probably narrow it down to a few square miles...) but that tree strikes me as ripe for some 'shoppin'.

Uh-oh donut-eyes once again? Come to think about

it, that tree does have facial-like features. Might

as well go ahead, it seems to be a day for pickin'

on poor ol' Harmon.

 

Just this morning I received an email from gentle

John of Jahoadi and John in which he implied in

rather pointed terms that I gain some sort of

perverse pleasure from causing certain members of

the AATN Geocaching set to return again and again

to the high-country trails of Cuyamaca Rancho State

Park.

 

Lor' me, why would I, heh-heh, do such a thing as

to cause my beloved, hee-hee, pals to suffer the

unfamiliar pains and strains of day-long hikes

amongst gently undulating mountain terrain.

 

Haw-haw-haw, snark!

 

'Scuse me,

Sweet ol' Harmon

 

Note to Self: Maybe I should mention stream crossings too.

 

 

Stonewall Peak from Azalea Spring, Cuyamaca Rancho State

Park.

Edited March 14, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+splashman]

This just in ...

 

 

Honk if you know where this is.

I haven't a clue (though I could probably narrow it down to a few square miles...) but that tree strikes me as ripe for some 'shoppin'.

Uh-oh donut-eyes once again? Come to think about

it, that tree does have facial-like features. Might

as well go ahead, it seems to be a day for pickin'

on poor ol' Harmon.

 

Just this morning I received an email from gentle

John of Jahoadi and John in which he implied in

rather pointed terms that I gain some sort of

perverse pleasure from causing certain members of

the AATN Geocaching set to return again and again

to the high-country trails of Cuyamaca Rancho State

Park.

 

Lor' me, why would I, heh-heh, do such a thing as

to cause my beloved, hee-hee, pals to suffer the

unfamiliar pains and strains of day-long hikes

amongst gently undulating mountain terrain.

 

Haw-haw-haw, snark!

 

'Scuse me,

Sweet ol' Harmon

 

Note to Self: Maybe I should mention stream crossings too.

 

 

Stonewall Peak from Azalea Spring, Cuyamaca Rancho State

Park.

 

There's that 'undulating' word again, don't forget 'up' and 'view'. I was just thinking about you today and realized that I hadn't seen you in here, or out there for a few days..............

now I know why!!!! :o

 

Your Pal...............

 

Splashette

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

Honk if you know where this is.

I haven't a clue (though I could probably narrow it down to a few square miles...) but that tree strikes me as ripe for some 'shoppin'.

Uh-oh donut-eyes once again? Come to think about

it, that tree does have facial-like features. Might

as well go ahead, it seems to be a day for pickin'

on poor ol' Harmon.

 

Just this morning I received an email from gentle

John of Jahoadi and John in which he implied in

rather pointed terms that I gain some sort of

perverse pleasure from causing certain members of

the AATN Geocaching set to return again and again

to the high-country trails of Cuyamaca Rancho State

Park.

 

Lor' me, why would I, heh-heh, do such a thing as

to cause my beloved, hee-hee, pals to suffer the

unfamiliar pains and strains of day-long hikes

amongst gently undulating mountain terrain.

 

Haw-haw-haw, snark!

 

'Scuse me,

Sweet ol' Harmon

 

Note to Self: Maybe I should mention stream crossings too.

 

 

Stonewall Peak from Azalea Spring, Cuyamaca Rancho State

Park.

 

There's that 'undulating' word again, don't forget 'up' and 'view'. I was just thinking about you today and realized that I hadn't seen you in here, or out there for a few days..............

now I know why!!!! :o

 

Your Pal...............

 

Splashette

Dearest Splashette,

 

It warms my heart to know that I have introduced at least

one country gal to the satisfactions that can be found in

the use of fancy words. I've noticed these past few weeks

that you often use said fancy word in a pejorative sense

and always in association with my own name thank y' very

much.

 

As to my few hours of absence from this Forum thread just

let me say that my absence was associated with the many

undulating hills of which we speak. My last outing could

be described as one of the easiest in an undulating sense

but oddly enough was as fatiguing as the mojo-undulations

of past weeks; see what I'm sayin'? Thinking this oddity

over I now conclude that when the undulation factor is

large then trail-speed is slow and vice versa, with the end

result that I'm crapped out after in either case. Perhaps it

could be my age?

 

O, by the way, this response affords me a chance to ask a

question that was put to me by my pillow during the peeing

hours of two nights past. That knitted, foul-weather headwear

that you wore when last you hiked upon the undulating hills

of CRSP, did you pick it out yourself? It isn't that I need to

know but my pillow expressed deep interest in what the upper

story of that unique tuque might be used for.

 

 

I'm so glad we've had this time together,

Sweet ol' Harmon

SD Rowdies

 

Note to Self: Rats! ... forgot t' use a pointy-fanger at that tuque.

Edited March 15, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

Middle Peak and North Peak from Azalea Spring Fire Road.

 

 

Mountain Lion take-out ... want fries with that? Cuyamaca Peak from Trout-Pond parking area.

Edited March 15, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+splashman]

This just in ...

 

 

Honk if you know where this is.

I haven't a clue (though I could probably narrow it down to a few square miles...) but that tree strikes me as ripe for some 'shoppin'.

Uh-oh donut-eyes once again? Come to think about

it, that tree does have facial-like features. Might

as well go ahead, it seems to be a day for pickin'

on poor ol' Harmon.

 

Just this morning I received an email from gentle

John of Jahoadi and John in which he implied in

rather pointed terms that I gain some sort of

perverse pleasure from causing certain members of

the AATN Geocaching set to return again and again

to the high-country trails of Cuyamaca Rancho State

Park.

 

Lor' me, why would I, heh-heh, do such a thing as

to cause my beloved, hee-hee, pals to suffer the

unfamiliar pains and strains of day-long hikes

amongst gently undulating mountain terrain.

 

Haw-haw-haw, snark!

 

'Scuse me,

Sweet ol' Harmon

 

Note to Self: Maybe I should mention stream crossings too.

 

 

Stonewall Peak from Azalea Spring, Cuyamaca Rancho State

Park.

 

There's that 'undulating' word again, don't forget 'up' and 'view'. I was just thinking about you today and realized that I hadn't seen you in here, or out there for a few days..............

now I know why!!!! :o

 

Your Pal...............

 

Splashette

Dearest Splashette,

 

It warms my heart to know that I have introduced at least

one country gal to the satisfactions that can be found in

the use of fancy words. I've noticed these past few weeks

that you often use said fancy word in a pejorative sense

and always in association with my own name thank y' very

much.

 

As to my few hours of absence from this Forum thread just

let me say that my absence was associated with the many

undulating hills of which we speak. My last outing could

be described as one of the easiest in an undulating sense

but oddly enough was as fatiguing as the mojo-undulations

of past weeks; see what I'm sayin'? Thinking this oddity

over I now conclude that when the undulation factor is

large then trail-speed is slow and vice versa, with the end

result that I'm crapped out after in either case. Perhaps it

could be my age?

 

O, by the way, this response affords me a chance to ask a

question that was put to me by my pillow during the peeing

hours of two nights past. That knitted, foul-weather headwear

that you wore when last you hiked upon the undulating hills

of CRSP, did you pick it out yourself? It isn't that I need to

know but my pillow expressed deep interest in what the upper

story of that unique tuque might be used for.

 

 

I'm so glad we've had this time together,

Sweet ol' Harmon

SD Rowdies

 

Note to Self: Rats! ... forgot t' use a pointy-fanger at that tuque.

 

As you must know Harmon, I bought that hat while I was I Nome on a caching, mushing trip with Lulu. It is large on the top so's it's a better fit for people with large brains.

My tootsie are starting to get itchy, cuz we're heading back up to those undulating hills with a view, tomorrow. This is the 4th trip for Team Trippin' (we sign the logs as LSD aka Lulu, Splashette, Duncan)

I'll let you know how those views are if I have any feeling left in my hands and feet after hiking up there.!

Your Pal,

Splashette

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

Honk if you know where this is.

I haven't a clue (though I could probably narrow it down to a few square miles...) but that tree strikes me as ripe for some 'shoppin'.

Uh-oh donut-eyes once again? Come to think about

it, that tree does have facial-like features. Might

as well go ahead, it seems to be a day for pickin'

on poor ol' Harmon.

 

Just this morning I received an email from gentle

John of Jahoadi and John in which he implied in

rather pointed terms that I gain some sort of

perverse pleasure from causing certain members of

the AATN Geocaching set to return again and again

to the high-country trails of Cuyamaca Rancho State

Park.

 

Lor' me, why would I, heh-heh, do such a thing as

to cause my beloved, hee-hee, pals to suffer the

unfamiliar pains and strains of day-long hikes

amongst gently undulating mountain terrain.

 

Haw-haw-haw, snark!

 

'Scuse me,

Sweet ol' Harmon

 

Note to Self: Maybe I should mention stream crossings too.

 

 

Stonewall Peak from Azalea Spring, Cuyamaca Rancho State

Park.

 

There's that 'undulating' word again, don't forget 'up' and 'view'. I was just thinking about you today and realized that I hadn't seen you in here, or out there for a few days..............

now I know why!!!! :o

 

Your Pal...............

 

Splashette

Dearest Splashette,

 

It warms my heart to know that I have introduced at least

one country gal to the satisfactions that can be found in

the use of fancy words. I've noticed these past few weeks

that you often use said fancy word in a pejorative sense

and always in association with my own name thank y' very

much.

 

As to my few hours of absence from this Forum thread just

let me say that my absence was associated with the many

undulating hills of which we speak. My last outing could

be described as one of the easiest in an undulating sense

but oddly enough was as fatiguing as the mojo-undulations

of past weeks; see what I'm sayin'? Thinking this oddity

over I now conclude that when the undulation factor is

large then trail-speed is slow and vice versa, with the end

result that I'm crapped out after in either case. Perhaps it

could be my age?

 

O, by the way, this response affords me a chance to ask a

question that was put to me by my pillow during the peeing

hours of two nights past. That knitted, foul-weather headwear

that you wore when last you hiked upon the undulating hills

of CRSP, did you pick it out yourself? It isn't that I need to

know but my pillow expressed deep interest in what the upper

story of that unique tuque might be used for.

 

 

I'm so glad we've had this time together,

Sweet ol' Harmon

SD Rowdies

 

Note to Self: Rats! ... forgot t' use a pointy-fanger at that tuque.

 

As you must know Harmon, I bought that hat while I was I Nome on a caching, mushing trip with Lulu. It is large on the top so's it's a better fit for people with large brains.

My tootsie are starting to get itchy, cuz we're heading back up to those undulating hills with a view, tomorrow. This is the 4th trip for Team Trippin' (we sign the logs as LSD aka Lulu, Splashette, Duncan)

I'll let you know how those views are if I have any feeling left in my hands and feet after hiking up there.!

Your Pal,

Splashette

Splashette,

 

I'll feel your pain darlin' and my heart goes out to you.

By the way, this reminds me very much of a related issue.

 

 

You might recall the many times that you abraded my old

footware that you referred to as "Harmon's clodhoppers."

 

As you know your derision finally drove me to the door of

A16 outfitters ... in search of the finest hiking footwear

that money could buy; you know, one for the price of two

sort of footwear. Shoot, they even had a little box of

rocks for me to trod upon as a bonafide assurance of fit,

comfort, appearance, and durability.

 

Well then do look carefully at the photo above and you'll

see what road to foolishness I was lead down much as a

fatted calf to slaughter. Them fancy hiking pumps are

lookin' pretty shabby heel-wise don't y' think? Except

for ample application of duct tape my old clodhoppers yet

have heels that put the A16 trail slippers to shame.

 

Here's another mystery, if y' look carefully at the photo

you'll note that there's more wear on th' left heel than

th' right heel. Seems like my left leg has been hiking

further than my right leg. Not sure how that works so next

outing I'm gonna to keep my eye on my left leg for sure.

 

Maybe there's just something about hiking boots that I fail

to understand, aren't y' supposed t' hike in 'em? Frankly

I'm open to advice Janie darlin' ... what must I do?

 

With unbounded affection,

Sweet ol' Harmon

SD Rowdies

 

Note to Self: I've got somethin' t' say about the large-brain remark but I'm keepin' it to myself.

Edited March 15, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+Let's Look Over Thayer]

I was walking on Del Mar Mesa yesterday with Ms. LLOT and we encountered this very rare Ferruginous Ribbon Snake.

 

[+Let's Look Over Thayer]

Honk If You Know Where This Is...

 

Hint: Harmon used to drive tanks around this area. I wonder if this fell off one of his...

[+SD Rowdies]

Honk If You Know Where This Is...

 

Hint: Harmon used to drive tanks around this area. I wonder if this fell off one of his...

No kidding, at night too. Almost dumped one into

a crater while cruising through the canyon brush.

Hard to flip an old M48A1 back over once it's

upside down.

[+SD Rowdies]

I was walking on Del Mar Mesa yesterday with Ms. LLOT and we encountered this very rare Ferruginous Ribbon Snake.

 

James,

 

That's a rare sighting. Ferro' Ribbon Snakes have an

interesting diet, they only eat Sprocket Gophers.

 

Harmon

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

Honk if you know where this is ... duh!

 

Well, anyway, just another shot to set off the no-dawg comments.

 

We all know that there are snake-avoidance classes for dawgs.

Don't know of any classes for teaching dawgs to avoid Mountain

Lions or vice versa. Mountain Lion versus dawg ... dawg and dawg

owner lose. Mountain Lion also loses when shot for doing what

comes naturally.

 

Yes, there's a Geocache-hide named "Birds of Prey" that's very

near this sign. Good place to park for the solar-system hides.

Edited March 16, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+splashman]

Honk If You Know Where This Is...

 

Hint: Harmon used to drive tanks around this area. I wonder if this fell off one of his...

 

Honkety Honk Honk ~ Lulu & passed by this one yesterday and wondered why there wasn't a cache in it! We decided to cut bait instead of fish!

 

Splashette:anicute:

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ... seriously.

 

 

It ain't over 'til it's over!

Edited March 17, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+Let's Look Over Thayer]

Knowing Harmon's fondness for llamas, I went out and got him some. Maybe he can use them for his next venture into the Cuyamacas...

 

[+lulu499]

Knowing Harmon's fondness for llamas, I went out and got him some. Maybe he can use them for his next venture into the Cuyamacas...

 

 

Cute!!!

[+SD Rowdies]

James,

 

Thanks pal ... I like 'em. Checked online for llama saddles

without results. No complaints though, if they can pack my

load of Geocaching containers I'll be a happy ol' man.

 

Same old challenge, name the five camels.

 

 

The one-L lama, He's a priest.

The two-L llama, He's a beast.

And I would bet

A silk pajama

There isn't any Three-L lllama.

 

However in the state of New York

There's a conflagration known as

A four ala'me'.

 

- Ogden Nash

 

Note to Self: That oughta learn 'im, animated GIF indeed.

Edited March 18, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

O, so now I see how it is.

 

Here it is Saturday and not a single log

entry on my latest CRSP hides. I suppose

my "pals" have better things to do other

than worry about an ol' man's meager

offering.

 

 

Grumble, grumble,

Poor ol' Harmon

SD Rowdies

Edited March 18, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+lulu499]

O, so now I see how it is.

 

Here it is Saturday and not a single log

entry on my latest CRSP hides. I suppose

my "pals" have better things to do other

than worry about an ol' man's meager

offering.

 

Grumble, grumble,

Poor ol' Harmon

SD Rowdies

 

My CRSP logs are forthcoming, but they're not on your latest. I'm always the last in my group to log.

[+Let's Look Over Thayer]

Same old challenge, name the five camels.

Do I get bonus points for six?

 

Llama, Lama glama

Guanaco, Lama guanicoe

Vicuña, Vicugna vicugna

Alpaca, Vicugna pacos

Dromedary, Camelus dromedarius

Bactrian Camel, Camelus bactrianus

 

 

Note to Self: That oughta learn 'im, animated GIF indeed.

Ummm...shouldn't the background be moving?

[+SD Rowdies]

Same old challenge, name the five camels.

Do I get bonus points for six?

 

Llama, Lama glama

Guanaco, Lama guanicoe

Vicuña, Vicugna vicugna

Alpaca, Vicugna pacos

Dromedary, Camelus dromedarius

Bactrian Camel, Camelus bactrianus

 

 

Note to Self: That oughta learn 'im, animated

GIF indeed.

Ummm...shouldn't the background be moving?

What's th' deal, never seen a moonwalking llama?

 

That's the thanks I get for my efforts ... an animated

GIF inside a still, ain't that worth a tiny modicum of

praise? But no, now he wants an animated GIF inside

a video clip. Sheesh.

 

Maybe James is just grumpy about his twiddle-fangers

in that cinemagram I did for him some time ago.

 

Yes, sure, point for number six camel, well done.

Guanaco of course, that's the camel that feeds on

avocados.

Edited March 19, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

I swear I don't know what there is about me that attracts

such weird friends. Baldy and Goldilocks are two of the

few people I know that aren't from an east-county, working

class sort of society; rather, they are amongst the up-

county socialites that favor book clubs, coffee-bar readings,

and do-gooder volunteer work of all sorts. Baldy plays

trombone for concert engagements but for now that's another

matter.

 

Imagine my shock to receive the above photo from their recent

high-country trek into Cuyamaca Rancho State Park in search

of a few of my recent Geocache hides. I shook my head in

wonder ... that ol' gal goes nowhere unless outfitted as a

fashion statement.

 

Need to get a cable off to the park rangers so they aren't

surprised to find a sudden drop in the deer and Mountain Lion

population throughout the park caused by the shocking pink

outfit that Goldilocks turned out in.

 

Can't wait to see the evening news ... "UFO Sighting in CRSP!"

Edited March 19, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+Silver Horde]

The Thirsty Ladies will be up when the weather is right!! I like smaller loops or a 2 car through trail myself. Wishing there was a way from GC3D446 to the road!!

 

Looking forward to your trails asap.

 

Jane

 

O, so now I see how it is.

 

Here it is Saturday and not a single log

entry on my latest CRSP hides. I suppose

my "pals" have better things to do other

than worry about an ol' man's meager

offering.

 

 

Grumble, grumble,

Poor ol' Harmon

SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

The Thirsty Ladies will be up when the weather is right!! I like smaller

loops or a 2 car through trail myself. Wishing there was a way from

GC3D446 to the road!!

 

Looking forward to your trails asap.

 

Jane

Jane,

 

That's what they all say dear ... "If only."

After all, these hides are intended for a

wilderness experience and are very rewarding

as such.

 

If easy is what you want then ride a horse.

Of course that approach brings with it the

transport problem, the feeding, the cleanup,

the stabling, the smithing, and the vet' bills

to deal with.

 

Finally you mustn't miss a chance to experience

the high-country during our stormy season ...

nothing quite like the snap of hail-stones on

a hat brim and leaning into a forty MPH wind to

spice up an otherwise dull and boring life of

Geocaching. Honestly, you are sure to keep the

experience in your mind for years to come.

 

Do bring a camera and please share your photos.

I have this tantalizing vision of the entire

tribe of Thirsty Ladies wading through the

northern crossing of Sweetwater Creek. Such a

photo would make this old man very, very happy.

 

Go for it ladies and think of me while you do.

 

Kiss-kiss,

Sweet ol' Harmon

SD Rowdies

 

 

Note: When I took the four shots that make up this

composite it seemed as though Denice was going for a

little dip where you see her, shall we say, disturbing

the water after stepping on rocks at the second

position of her crossing. Let me just say that I've

never seen the twist danced so well. (Snark! ... excuse

me a moment, I need a tissue.)

 

Just imagine what my thoughts were at that moment

with camera in hand ... yeah, just imagine 'cause I'll

never tell the truth about what I was thinking. No way.

 

Denice, ain't she th' sweetest thang?

Edited March 20, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+Baldy & Goldilocks]

This just in ...

 

Now ... I KNOW,from a half-century of experience, that Goldilocks is CUTE and an EDGY FASHION STATEMENT ... but... SHE WILL HAVE TO FOREGO THE PINK OUTFIT OR SHE WILL SCARE HELL OUT OF THE DEER AND ANY MOUNTAIN LIONS!! Harmon did his masterwork here, as usual!

 

Affectionely, Baldy

 

 

 

I swear I don't know what there is about me that attracts

such weird friends. Baldy and Goldilocks are two of the

few people I know that aren't from an east-county, working OR SHE WILL SCARE

class sort of society; rather, they are amongst the up-

county socialites that favor book clubs, coffee-bar readings,

and do-gooder volunteer work of all sorts. Baldy plays

trombone for concert engagements but for now that's another

matter.

 

Imagine my shock to receive the above photo from their recent

high-country trek into Cuyamaca Rancho State Park in search

of a few of my recent Geocache hides. I shook my head in

wonder ... that ol' gal goes nowhere unless outfitted as a

fashion statement.

 

Need to get a cable off to the park rangers so they aren't

surprised to find a sudden drop in the deer and Mountain Lion

population throughout the park caused by the shocking pink

outfit that Goldilocks turned out in.

 

Can't wait to see the evening news ... "UFO Sighting in CRSP!"

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

I swear I don't know what there is about me that attracts

such weird friends. Baldy and Goldilocks are two of the

few people I know that aren't from an east-county, working

class sort of society; rather, they are amongst the up-

county socialites that favor book clubs, coffee-bar readings,

and do-gooder volunteer work of all sorts. Baldy plays

trombone for concert engagements but for now that's another

matter.

 

Imagine my shock to receive the above photo from their recent

high-country trek into Cuyamaca Rancho State Park in search

of a few of my recent Geocache hides. I shook my head in

wonder ... that ol' gal goes nowhere unless outfitted as a

fashion statement.

 

Need to get a cable off to the park rangers so they aren't

surprised to find a sudden drop in the deer and Mountain Lion

population throughout the park caused by the shocking pink

outfit that Goldilocks turned out in.

 

Can't wait to see the evening news ... "UFO Sighting in CRSP!"

Now ... I KNOW,from a half-century of experience, that Goldilocks is CUTE and an EDGY FASHION STATEMENT ... but... SHE WILL HAVE TO FOREGO THE PINK OUTFIT OR SHE WILL SCARE HELL OUT OF THE DEER AND ANY MOUNTAIN LIONS!! Harmon did his masterwork here, as usual!

 

Affectionely, Baldy

Gracious me, would you look at this ... Baldy and Goldilocks

took the plunge and left a Forum post. Not only that I picked

up a rumor that they intend to do the Sun and Planets hides

on Friday with their aged pals Dave and Bonnie of Clarinetacache.

 

Might be a good idea for a few of you locals to show up and trail

along ... they'll need help at the ground-level hides. Once down

they have a problem getting back up what with their knee and hip

replacements and such.

 

Poor dears ... they only leave their recliners once a month so

let's hope Milk Ranch Road isn't too much for them. The road

surface is graded dirt and gravelled so there may be some issues

with their walkers and the oxygen carts. You should hear Bonnie

go off when her oxygen cart bogs down ... such language.

 

O my,

Sweet ol' Harmon

SD Rowdies

 

p.s. Here's a photo that will give you a pretty good idea about Dave

of Clarinetacache ... playing with his clarinet. See what I'm sayin'?

 

Edited March 20, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

Guess what, the CRSP campaign was conceived as a performance-art

piece.

 

A related video is in the works that uses the cache-page photos and the

themed-set cache names of the many CRSP hides as a foundation.

 

The concept for the video was inspired by Christian Marclay's 24-hour

video piece, "The Clock" now on world tour at selected galleries.

 

The video production can't be expected until after our hot summer

months as there is a great deal of work to do gathering, associating,

and integrating images and other material that will blend with cache-

page elements to achieve the intended conceptual framework.

 

Overall this is an uncommon experience for me. The many hikes through

a fabulous wilderness area, the joy of reading the log entries and

hearing of the experiences that finders are having are rewards all.

 

A few outings yet to come are planned and ready and then I must settle

into a routine of gathering, sifting, associating, and refining elements

of the video in incremental fashion.

 

Yes, I know, video productions are available by the thousands, dare say

millions nowadays. Images and videos are of slight interest to a

saturated population that now has a very short attention span. One thing

I know from my years of broadcast engineering is to never, ever be

present for a showing of one's own work. Fortunately this piece, once

done, already has a home in an interested and receptive setting.

 

So it goes,

Harmon

SD Rowdies

 

p.s. Just ordered a fourth bulk-shipment of containers.

Should have gone-big on the first order ... cheaper by

the hundreds.

Edited March 21, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

By the way ...

 

 

Here's the original shot for that CRSP composite.

See what I have to put up with from Geocaching

friends.

 

You'll be surprised to know that the lining of the

jacket (?) is the same fabric as the umbrella.

 

How would you like if she showed up like that at

your house?

 

Note to Self: One of these days I need to paint the house.

Edited March 21, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

The soggies of Conejos Trail.

Edited March 23, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+Let's Look Over Thayer]

This just in ...

 

 

You see what happens when you let those clodhoppers loose where there are no natural predators. They get big. And I ain't talking about clodhoppers in general, I'm talking about each clodhopper! And when they get that big, God gives them little feet so that they could walk around easier. And when they get feet, they get dangerous. And I ain't talking about sitting under a rock waiting for you. I'm talking about coming after you.

 

Imagine being on one of them boats coming over to discover America, like Columbus or something, standing there at night on watch, everyone else is either drunk or asleep. And you're watching for America and the boat's going up and down. And you don't like it anyhow. But you gotta stand there and watch, for what. Only he knows, and he ain't watching. You hear the waves lapping against the side of the ship. The moon is going behind the clouds. You hear the pitter patter of little footprints on deck. IS THAT YOU KIDS...? It ain't. MY GOD. IT'S THIS HUMONGOUS GIANT CLODHOPPER!

 

Imagine those little feet coming on deck. A clodhopper twice the size of the ship. You're standing there shivering with fear. You grab one of these. This is a belaying pin. They used to have these stuck in the holes all around the ship ..you probably didn't know what this is for...you probably had an idea...but you were wrong. They used to have these stuck in the holes all along the sides of the ship. You wouldn't know what this is for unless you was that guy that night.

 

I mean, you'd grab this out of the hole, run on over there, BAM BAM on them little feet! back into the ocean would go a hurt, but not defeated, humongous giant clodhopper. Ready to strike again when opportunity was better.

 

You know not even the coastal villages was safe from them big clodhoppers. You know them big clodhoppers had an inland range of about 15 miles. Think of that. I mean our early pioneers and the settlers built little houses all up and down the coast you know. A little inland and stuff like that. And they didn't have houses like we got now, with bathrooms and stuff. They built little privies out back. And late at night, maybe a kid would have to go, and he'd go stomping out there in the moonlight. And all they'd hear for miles around...(stomp/belch)....one less kid for America. One more smiling, smurking, humongous giant clodhopper.

 

So Americans built forts. You know them pictures of them forts with the wooden points all

around. You probably thought them points was for Indians. But that's stupid! 'Cause Indians know about doors. But clodhoppers didn't. Even if a clodhopper knew about a door, so what? A clodhopper couldn't fit in a door. I mean, he'd come stomping up to a fort at night, put them feet on them points, jump back crying, tears coming out of them everywhere. But Americans couldn't live in forts forever. You couldn't just build one big fort around America. How would you go

to the beach?

 

So what they did was they formed groups of people. I mean they had groups of people all up and down the coast form these little alliances. Like up North it was call the Clodhopper Alliance. And farther down South is was called the Catfish Alliance. They had these Alliances all up and

down the coast defending themselves against these threatening monsters. These humongous giant clodhoppers. And they'd go out there, if there was maybe fifteen of them, they'd be singing songs in fifteen part harmony. And when one part disappeared, that's how they knew where the clodhopper

would be.

 

Which is why Americans only sing in four part harmony to this very day.^*

 

^*Tip of the hat to Arlo...

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

You see what happens when you let those clodhoppers loose where there are no natural predators. They get big. And I ain't talking about clodhoppers in general, I'm talking about each clodhopper! And when they get that big, God gives them little feet so that they could walk around easier. And when they get feet, they get dangerous. And I ain't talking about sitting under a rock waiting for you. I'm talking about coming after you.

 

Imagine being on one of them boats coming over to discover America, like Columbus or something, standing there at night on watch, everyone else is either drunk or asleep. And you're watching for America and the boat's going up and down. And you don't like it anyhow. But you gotta stand there and watch, for what. Only he knows, and he ain't watching. You hear the waves lapping against the side of the ship. The moon is going behind the clouds. You hear the pitter patter of little footprints on deck. IS THAT YOU KIDS...? It ain't. MY GOD. IT'S THIS HUMONGOUS GIANT CLODHOPPER!

 

Imagine those little feet coming on deck. A clodhopper twice the size of the ship. You're standing there shivering with fear. You grab one of these. This is a belaying pin. They used to have these stuck in the holes all around the ship ..you probably didn't know what this is for...you probably had an idea...but you were wrong. They used to have these stuck in the holes all along the sides of the ship. You wouldn't know what this is for unless you was that guy that night.

 

I mean, you'd grab this out of the hole, run on over there, BAM BAM on them little feet! back into the ocean would go a hurt, but not defeated, humongous giant clodhopper. Ready to strike again when opportunity was better.

 

You know not even the coastal villages was safe from them big clodhoppers. You know them big clodhoppers had an inland range of about 15 miles. Think of that. I mean our early pioneers and the settlers built little houses all up and down the coast you know. A little inland and stuff like that. And they didn't have houses like we got now, with bathrooms and stuff. They built little privies out back. And late at night, maybe a kid would have to go, and he'd go stomping out there in the moonlight. And all they'd hear for miles around...(stomp/belch)....one less kid for America. One more smiling, smurking, humongous giant clodhopper.

 

So Americans built forts. You know them pictures of them forts with the wooden points all

around. You probably thought them points was for Indians. But that's stupid! 'Cause Indians know about doors. But clodhoppers didn't. Even if a clodhopper knew about a door, so what? A clodhopper couldn't fit in a door. I mean, he'd come stomping up to a fort at night, put them feet on them points, jump back crying, tears coming out of them everywhere. But Americans couldn't live in forts forever. You couldn't just build one big fort around America. How would you go

to the beach?

 

So what they did was they formed groups of people. I mean they had groups of people all up and down the coast form these little alliances. Like up North it was call the Clodhopper Alliance. And farther down South is was called the Catfish Alliance. They had these Alliances all up and

down the coast defending themselves against these threatening monsters. These humongous giant clodhoppers. And they'd go out there, if there was maybe fifteen of them, they'd be singing songs in fifteen part harmony. And when one part disappeared, that's how they knew where the clodhopper

would be.

 

Which is why Americans only sing in four part harmony to this very day.^*

 

^*Tip of the hat to Arlo...

James,

 

Boy howdy, you've got it right about the Clodhoppers, I coulda got kilt.

There I was laying' in the snow where I fell behind a boulder when all

of a sudden I started hearing some sort of dancing and sangin' ... then

a weird group of little blue dancin' people started a comin' up th' trail

callin' my name. I shivered but remained quiet.

 

Suddenly them big ol' clodhopper boots came a crashin' out of the bushes

and stomped then little blue fellers to smithereens. The snow started t'

lookin' like a blue-slurpy from an EL Cajon mini-mart. Ghastly!

 

What was I t' do you wonder? ... reposed behind th' boulder of course

until them big ol' clodhopper boots went stompin' off t'ard Cuyamaca

Peak. Here's what I've got t' say about the whole thang ... where th'

heck was Splashette when I needed her? After all, she's the clodhopper

reconteur of east county, ain't she?

 

Poor ol' Harmon

Edited March 24, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

Truth is that those clodhoppers are the very first

result from the Beta version of Photoshop CS6. The

Beta version was released by Adobe yesterday so I

downloaded my copy last night after activating my

Conejos Trail hides.

 

Lots of amazing new capabilities in Photoshop CS6

that I can use to perster my Geocaching pals.

 

Harmon

SD Rowdies

[+splashman]

This just in ...

 

 

You see what happens when you let those clodhoppers loose where there are no natural predators. They get big. And I ain't talking about clodhoppers in general, I'm talking about each clodhopper! And when they get that big, God gives them little feet so that they could walk around easier. And when they get feet, they get dangerous. And I ain't talking about sitting under a rock waiting for you. I'm talking about coming after you.

 

Imagine being on one of them boats coming over to discover America, like Columbus or something, standing there at night on watch, everyone else is either drunk or asleep. And you're watching for America and the boat's going up and down. And you don't like it anyhow. But you gotta stand there and watch, for what. Only he knows, and he ain't watching. You hear the waves lapping against the side of the ship. The moon is going behind the clouds. You hear the pitter patter of little footprints on deck. IS THAT YOU KIDS...? It ain't. MY GOD. IT'S THIS HUMONGOUS GIANT CLODHOPPER!

 

Imagine those little feet coming on deck. A clodhopper twice the size of the ship. You're standing there shivering with fear. You grab one of these. This is a belaying pin. They used to have these stuck in the holes all around the ship ..you probably didn't know what this is for...you probably had an idea...but you were wrong. They used to have these stuck in the holes all along the sides of the ship. You wouldn't know what this is for unless you was that guy that night.

 

I mean, you'd grab this out of the hole, run on over there, BAM BAM on them little feet! back into the ocean would go a hurt, but not defeated, humongous giant clodhopper. Ready to strike again when opportunity was better.

 

You know not even the coastal villages was safe from them big clodhoppers. You know them big clodhoppers had an inland range of about 15 miles. Think of that. I mean our early pioneers and the settlers built little houses all up and down the coast you know. A little inland and stuff like that. And they didn't have houses like we got now, with bathrooms and stuff. They built little privies out back. And late at night, maybe a kid would have to go, and he'd go stomping out there in the moonlight. And all they'd hear for miles around...(stomp/belch)....one less kid for America. One more smiling, smurking, humongous giant clodhopper.

 

So Americans built forts. You know them pictures of them forts with the wooden points all

around. You probably thought them points was for Indians. But that's stupid! 'Cause Indians know about doors. But clodhoppers didn't. Even if a clodhopper knew about a door, so what? A clodhopper couldn't fit in a door. I mean, he'd come stomping up to a fort at night, put them feet on them points, jump back crying, tears coming out of them everywhere. But Americans couldn't live in forts forever. You couldn't just build one big fort around America. How would you go

to the beach?

 

So what they did was they formed groups of people. I mean they had groups of people all up and down the coast form these little alliances. Like up North it was call the Clodhopper Alliance. And farther down South is was called the Catfish Alliance. They had these Alliances all up and

down the coast defending themselves against these threatening monsters. These humongous giant clodhoppers. And they'd go out there, if there was maybe fifteen of them, they'd be singing songs in fifteen part harmony. And when one part disappeared, that's how they knew where the clodhopper

would be.

 

Which is why Americans only sing in four part harmony to this very day.^*

 

^*Tip of the hat to Arlo...

James,

 

Boy howdy, you've got it right about the Clodhoppers, I coulda got kilt.

There I was laying' in the snow where I fell behind a boulder when all

of a sudden I started hearing some sort of dancing and sangin' ... then

a weird group of little blue dancin' people started a comin' up th' trail

callin' my name. I shiverred but remained quiet.

 

Suddenly them big ol' clodhopper boots came a crashin' out of the bushes

and stomped then little blue fellers to smithereens. The snow started t'

lookin' like a blue-smoothy from an EL Cajon mini-mart. Ghastly!

 

What was I t' do you wonder? ... reposed behind th' boulder of course

until them big ol' clodhopper boots went stompin' off t'ard Cuyamaca

Peak. Here's what I've got t' say about the whole thang ... where th'

heck was Splashette when I needed her? After all, she's the clodhopper

reconteur of east county, ain't she?

 

Poor ol' Harmon

 

 

See Harmon? It's time to get new Clodhoppers!!! I think we heard them off in the distance today, so we got real quiet while hiking.

So, it's time to retire that pair and make them into another geocache.

Just cuz I make fun of your 'hoppers', you don't have to call me a bad name! What's a 'recontuer' anyway and what language is it in?

Another amazing day on the trails today, met up with Baldy & Goldilocks, Clairaneta cache & Bonnie, as well as the two Denise's, and BHL and a Kwver!

Saw deer and wild turkeys and a strange umbrella. I think B&G or C&B lost a shirt and then a pair of glassses which we picked up and brought back down, don't know what

was going on there. Next e-mail will be to them.

Happy Trails Pal!!!

Splashette:anicute:

[+SD Rowdies]

See Harmon? It's time to get new Clodhoppers!!!

 

I think we heard them off in the distance today, so we got real quiet while hiking.

So, it's time to retire that pair and make them into another geocache. Just cuz I

make fun of your 'hoppers', you don't have to call me a bad name! What's a

'recontuer' anyway and what language is it in? Another amazing day on the trails

today, met up with Baldy & Goldilocks, Clairaneta cache & Bonnie, as well as the

two Denise's, and BHL and a Kwver! Saw deer and wild turkeys and a strange umbrella.

I think B&G or C&B lost a shirt and then a pair of glassses which we picked up and

brought back down, don't know what was going on there. Next e-mail will be to them.

 

Happy Trails Pal!!!

Splashette:anicute:

Janie,

 

Seems like I'm driving my pals into the hills of Cuyamaca Rancho

State Park. Whenever I'm on the trails it's all about me and

nobody else. Hmm, maybe there's a message I need to pay attention

to.

 

"Recontuer" is a word I heard spoken in a Lakeside Cafe, if you

could call it that. Rough lookin' guy in a gimme-cap said "Reckon

Ah'll connect to 'er,": something llike that. Got the idear it

means "Hot chick."

 

Hmm, senior citizens leavin' their clothes behind bushes and knocking

thangs off ... th' glasses I mean. Yepper, that's th' gang I know and

often wonder about. More or less I'm their care-giver and that's why

I sent up up into th' wilderness today just t' see if they can find

their way back.

 

Now I'd like a fact or two about Duncan! Why th' hail is that boy

carryin' a flowered umbrella around while exploring the wilderness

with a couple of Geocaching babes? Ask him where he bought that

umbrella ... must be a chick-magnet. Got t' get me one of them chick

magnet thangs.

 

Kiss-kiss,

Sweet ol' Harmon

 

 

Congratulations, this is my first image enhancement using the

brand-new beta version of Photoshop CS6. (There's no prize.)

Edited March 24, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

Another set of soggy boots after a Bunny Trail outing

where one is able to trudge along rocky trails filled

with the melodic sounds of melt-water flowing beneath

the tender crust of a recent snow pack.

 

Congratulations to Denise and Denice for "undertaking"

a demanding ascent through the snow packed wilderness

of Cuyamaca Peak.

 

Now if you please, Denice, we await a photo of your

boots.

 

Note to Self: Wonder what BlondHiLites really meant when she said "Thanks to you Harmon?"

Edited March 24, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

Y' never know what your boot will find under snow.

In this instance it was a rocky trail filled with a

flowing little stream of snow-melt.

 

Stepped on something beneath the snow and almost

did a face-plant at this spot. As you can see from

an extra impression in the snow I put my hand out

to break my fall.

 

Trouble was ... my hand was holding my GPS receiver

at the time so it took a few moments to put things

right before slogging on. What the heck, a mile or

so uphill to Cuyamaca Peak is a grand day out.

 

Jodi dear, wished you were here. Stop working so hard

and come on out to enjoy some of this fresh air.

 

Sweet ol' Harmon

SD Rowdies

Edited March 24, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

Denice of KWVERS! enjoying the natural attractions of Conejos Trail.

 

Nothing like being up close and personal with fallen trees and

melt-water flowing over your boots.

Edited March 24, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

Tiny bubbles in the air ... Denice of KWVERS! hiking

Conejos Trail toward Cuyamaca Peak.

 

Photo by BlondHiLites with Photoshop CS6 3D rendering.

Edited March 25, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+Duncan!]

Janie,

 

Seems like I'm driving my pals into the hills of Cuyamaca Rancho

State Park. Whenever I'm on the trails it's all about me and

nobody else. Hmm, maybe there's a message I need to pay attention

to.

 

"Recontuer" is a word I heard spoken in a Lakeside Cafe, if you

could call it that. Rough lookin' guy in a gimme-cap said "Reckon

Ah'll connect to 'er,": something llike that. Got the idear it

means "Hot chick."

 

Hmm, senior citizens leavin' their clothes behind bushes and knocking

thangs off ... th' glasses I mean. Yepper, that's th' gang I know and

often wonder about. More or less I'm their care-giver and that's why

I sent up up into th' wilderness today just t' see if they can find

their way back.

 

Now I'd like a fact or two about Duncan! Why th' hail is that boy

carryin' a flowered umbrella around while exploring the wilderness

with a couple of Geocaching babes? Ask him where he bought that

umbrella ... must be a chick-magnet. Got t' get me one of them chick

magnet thangs.

 

Kiss-kiss,

Sweet ol' Harmon

 

 

Congratulations, this is my first image enhancement using the

brand-new beta version of Photoshop CS6. (There's no prize.)

I wish I had that 'brolly for the whole hike considering how red my neck is!

Edited March 25, 2012 by Duncan!

[+SD Rowdies]

Janie,

 

Seems like I'm driving my pals into the hills of Cuyamaca Rancho

State Park. Whenever I'm on the trails it's all about me and

nobody else. Hmm, maybe there's a message I need to pay attention

to.

 

"Recontuer" is a word I heard spoken in a Lakeside Cafe, if you

could call it that. Rough lookin' guy in a gimme-cap said "Reckon

Ah'll connect to 'er,": something llike that. Got the idear it

means "Hot chick."

 

Hmm, senior citizens leavin' their clothes behind bushes and knocking

thangs off ... th' glasses I mean. Yepper, that's th' gang I know and

often wonder about. More or less I'm their care-giver and that's why

I sent up up into th' wilderness today just t' see if they can find

their way back.

 

Now I'd like a fact or two about Duncan! Why th' hail is that boy

carryin' a flowered umbrella around while exploring the wilderness

with a couple of Geocaching babes? Ask him where he bought that

umbrella ... must be a chick-magnet. Got t' get me one of them chick

magnet thangs.

 

Kiss-kiss,

Sweet ol' Harmon

 

 

Congratulations, this is my first image enhancement using the

brand-new beta version of Photoshop CS6. (There's no prize.)

I wish I had that 'brolly for the whole hike considering how red my neck is!

Yes, you and Janie look a bit like lobsters.

On the other hand Nancy looks, you know, like

Nancy.

 

Once home after my Conejos Trail adventure I

realized that I was lightly toasted. The clear

air and the reflective snow calls for a broad

brimmed hat and some protective lotion I should

think.

 

Hmm, wonder how the three of you would look with

that brolly in hand?

 

Harmon

SD Rowdies

 

Edited March 25, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+jahoadi and john]

Honk if you know where this man-eating cache is...

 

[+jahoadi and john]

Had a grand time today Harmon....thanks!

[+SD Rowdies]

Honk if you know where this man-eating cache is...

 

HONK! That booby trap worked just as I planned it.

 

Don't leave John out there in the cold tonight Jodi, I suspect

that he's not Sanforized ... or whatever. You will know best.

Edited March 25, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

Had a grand time today Harmon....thanks!

Jodi darlin',

 

Wouldn't you just know, you are supposed t' be hiking and

here I see you seated in a tree. What's up with that?

 

So far the only two online clues that you were out and about

today show you seated on a bench. Has John started draggin' y

along in that companion-chair once again?

 

My gosh, this is some night at my computer ... whenever I

check email another stream of log-entry notifications pours

into my in-basket. Now I'm not complaining but I've noticed

a trend toward cut-and-paste log entries. That sort of cuts

into the spontaneous adoration don't y' think? Don't forget,

it wasn't me that first said "It's all about the numbers."

 

Must be like Grand-Central along the trails. Who started this

mess anyway? Besides, y'all are catching up with me too quick

of late. One thang I know for certain is that it's slower to

hide 'em than to find 'em.

 

Not to worry, my fourth bulk-shipment of containers is in hand

and ready for action. Somebody help me ... I'm hypnotized!

 

Kiss-kiss,

Sweet ol' Harmon

SD Rowdies

Edited March 25, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+SD Rowdies]

This just in ...

 

 

Conejos Trail as I found it ... no tracks to follow. That

made my day interesting ... more so as I neared Cuyamaca

Peak where the snow pack was heavy enough to hide the

trail.

 

Yes, I know, it doesn't look all that bad in this image;

however, do keep in mind that the trail hidden beneath

the snow is a drainage channel for snow-melt. Could have

used swim-fins now and then.

 

Thank goodness I had preloaded approximate coordinates

for my hides using Google Earth map-pins and ruler tool.

Those coordinates put me back onto the trail near each

intended location for my bunny-hides.

 

Of course it amused me to imagine that early finders

would naturally follow my tracks in the snow and so

wander around as I did. The experience put me in mind

of the pursuit of Mad-Dog Roy Earle in the movie High

Sierra.

 

I'm so very pleased that a few of my pals experienced

the snow packed trail much as I found it. Must be a rare

instance of finders not neeeding coordinates ... just

follow the boot-prints right to each hide along the snowy

trail.

 

By the way, Janie, a snow pack makes a climb ever-so more

undulatingish in appearance. Just so you know.

 

Fun is where y' find it,

Poor ol' Harmon

SD Rowdies

Edited March 25, 2012 by SD Rowdies

[+jahoadi and john]

Honk If You Know Where This Is...

 

Hint: Harmon used to drive tanks around this area. I wonder if this fell off one of his...

 

Honkety Honk Honk ~ Lulu & passed by this one yesterday and wondered why there wasn't a cache in it! We decided to cut bait instead of fish!

 

Splashette:anicute:

 

Funny Splashette,

Ryan (Tombmaker) and I thought that very thing as we passed it doing Josh's new series!! Honk #2

John

[+jahoadi and john]

This just in ...

 

 

Honk if you know where this is.

 

Honk (I didn't see one yet). Part of Jodi and my very fun hike yesterday in the snow and flowing water. She almost talked me into climbing it. We also got to see some deer in the field behind this tree.