I've heard stories of the fabled geocachers of yore. They were giants of geocaching. They would hike far and wide, mile after mile, on marked and unmarked trails with a knapsack full with a half dozen or so camoflauged ammo cans full of goodies, waiting for just the right spot to place a cache worthy enough to be called a geocache. To these mighty geocachers of old a small geocache was a .30 cal ammo can, a micro was a decon container. They would write significant log entries documenting the beauty of the world around them and the hike to this lonely spot. They would compose long treatises full of humorous anecdotes or profound insights when logging their finds on the www.geocaching.com website ... not just "TFTC" or the more "generous" "TFTC!"
The world of geocaching was new and everything was greener and brighter back then, but the world has aged and grayed since and the blood of those giants of geocaching has diminished in these latter days.
The modern geocacher complains bitterly about carrying an extra micro or two in their pocket, and most of their finds are park-n-grab. When a modern geocacher does go on a hike, the hike takes hours to find the micro caches hidden every .1 mile along the route, otherwise it's a trail not worth hiking. Geocaches are littered across the land like so much discarded kleenex.
I just happened to have a log and a pen to place in this archaic cache; a cache that was either forgotten, lost, or not deemed worthy by their high standards and not worth retrieving.
Maybe this will spark a resurgence or renaissance. Maybe the blood of those mighty geocachers of old might reappear, and inspire the base geocachers of today, those of us that live in the shadow of those fabled giants of geocaching of old to do great deeds, to boldly hike some obscure less traveled trail, to place significant caches in size and meaning.
Nah! I still have a micro in my pocket I want to get rid of. BTW, TFTC!