Not Quite the End of the Line
In Wisconsin, United States
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the late Grampa Seen on his Moto Guzi
As I contemplated this new TRADITIONAL cache, few of which I still own, I couldn't help but reflect on the worth of my caches and what I hopped to gain from placing more. In the process of building it, my mind wandered to thoughts of my late grandfather who invested much of his spare time teaching inmates of Waupun State Prison how to weld and craft ornamental iron and fencing. What did he hope to get out of that endeavor but the false hope that perhaps one or two of the hundreds of hardened lifers he taught might take his tutoring seriously? And even if they did, what were the odds that they might start a new life with these skills, if indeed any of them ever even got a chance to see the outside again? Many people who knew Chuck thought it was a waste of his time and talent, knowing the odds and seeming futility of it all. Even I didn't get it when I was young. But, as I grew older, I came to understand that it was not just about success measured in concrete terms, like signatures on a log sheet, but much more about the less tangible and immeasurable metrics. Like the value of teaching a skilled trade or the priceless gift of nurturing self-worth. Perhaps none of his students ever had the chance to make something of themselves, but that didn't matter to gramps, in fact I think it just made him invest more of his time and try even harder.
As any astute cacher is aware, I was on the edge of committing geocide at the start of this year and I had to evaluate the value of my own time and whether it was worth all the headaches that come with owning so many convoluted and complex caches. I realized pretty quick that it was, for me as well, not simply about the signatures or indeed how they got there, but more about the select group of cachers who see and continue to seek out the less tangible rewards in this relatively simple "use GPS - find container" construct. It is for this core group that I incite angst and anticipation even as I have worked to shed nearly half of my many cache creations. I truly do appreciate all of you who stepped up to adopt so many of them. The cathartic period of evaluating the worth of all those pesky puzzle caches has been, despite all the dis and discourse over the how's and the why's, well worth the time to reflect on the impact of the inescapable s|s moniker on the Wisconsin map.
In the past few months I have also been made aware of a new slew of well thought out, well planned and executed caches from a new crew in the territory and while I haven't taken the time to hunt them out I do know they are top notch. This cache is a little nod to you guys for your efforts to infuse the area with memorable hunts. I know you've also been experiencing the same pains of lost time and energy to others who do not take the time to re-hide caches appropriately. I can certainly empathize. Take note of this hide and remember that if you hide them a certain way, they can last a very very long time...
UPDATE 7.3.10: After speaking with the decoy placer and the logic behind it, I have decided to go the opposite direction and actually encourage DNF'ers to place decoys after they have exhausted their hunt for this elusive cache. If you DNF it, feel free to place a decoy with the words " [teamname] was here" at the closed spot to your GZ.
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Grampa Seen on Moto Guzi
One of the last pictures I have of my grandfather who rode his Moto Guzi almost up to the point of his passing so many years ago. Grampa Seen used to teach welding to the inmates of Waupun State. He was tough on the outside with his hands of steal, but was a softie inside and had a heart of gold.
Last Updated: on 4/20/2013 5:59:10 PM Pacific Daylight Time (12:59 AM GMT)
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