+jollybgood Posted September 1, 2002 Share Posted September 1, 2002 I know the numbers aren't supposed to mean anything but yesterday I logged my 100th cache. It was a pretty kewl milestone for me. Yep. Even if friends and family can't understand my love of geocaching, I'm pretty proud of myself. As a matter of personal preference I opted not to do any locationless caches. (Nothing against them or the folks who enjoy them, mind you. I simply enjoy those caches where you to go to a specific spot and log something or gather clues. For me the journey and the experience is everything.). Today, to celebrate the occasion, I went out and replaced the very first cache I ever placed. (Hoard of Many Things -- now known as Hoard of Many Things the Rebirth. 22 people had logged my first cache before it turned up missing about five months ago. I was going to replace it, but since I was closing in on 100 caches I thought it might be fun to put EVERY item I've collected since my first cache into one MEGA CACHE. In the new cache container went an item from virtually every cache I've logged over the past year. (Minus of course items for those caches which had no items to take and those items I gave to my daughter or placed in other caches). Boy is it packed (and much of it pretty kewl stuff if I say so myself). As I climbed back up the same long, steep hill I climbed last year the when I hid the original cache, I realized I'm a different man. Last year I huffed and puffed and had to stop midway up the hill to catch my breath. Today I was up the hill and halfway to my car when it dawned on me I had barely broken a sweat. Since I logged my first cache I've dropped 18 pounds, seen a LOT of beautiful enchanting places, met a LOT of friendly people, been chased by two dogs, questioned by two cops, harrassed by a deer who (for reasons I STILL don't understand) followed me for twenty minutes and repeatedly charged me, I've been stuck in a swamp up to my hips in muck and mire, torn two pairs of pants climbing fences, ruined three pair of white tennis shoes, lost my wallet, locked myself out of my van at the end of an 8 mile long logging road, been bit by every bug known to man, been ravaged by nettles, poison ivy, poison oak, sumac, thistles and barbwire... -sigh- I could go on and on (for example I could list and detail all the new scars I have). Guess I'm saying is this -- the first 100 caches were a BLAST! It's the not knowing which has been half the fun of this new sport. And I can hardly wait to see what happens during the NEXT 100 cache hunts. Geocaching a fad? Yeah, right. Quote Link to comment
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