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As my 100th find approached, I thought and thought, what would be a really special cache to find and celebrate at. Well, Mt. Roothaan was the one that kept popping into my mind. As far as I can tell it was the highest cache within 100 miles of my house and dog gone it, it sounded like a fun one to do. So I gave the coordinates to all my friends and told them what day to be there and we’d have a heck of a party.
Once we arrived at the parking area, I was expecting rows and rows of my friends cars filling the lot to capacity. Instead, there were just two kids on dirt bikes taking a break from the long dusty ride up there. They were pretty pleasant kids, until they asked us what we were up too. I pointed to the far off peak and said we’re going to hike up to that mountain top and have a celebration party for me finding 100 caches….they looked at each other shaking their heads and said “what ever”… as I continued on explaining GEOCACHING to them.
My wife wasn’t to pleased with packing them two cases of Keystone Light all the way to the top of the mountain, but once I explained to her what a momentous occasion in my life this was going to be and I would be packing the GPS, cell phone and other delicate equipment with me and that she shouldn’t be responsible for those expensive items , she reluctantly agreed. “So” she finally says ”where’s all your friends and why can’t they pack some of this stuff up there?” Then it dawned on me, all my old friends were just like them two punk kids in the parking lot, whenever I started telling them about the exciting world of GEOCACHING, they would stop me and just respond “what ever”.
Heck, them dumb old ex-friends of mine wouldn’t even know what a coordinate was if it hit em in the head. That explained why the parking area was empty, why my dear wife was packing all the party goods for a party to be attended by only us.
Once we arrived at the saddle between the two peaks, I couldn’t take the whining anymore. This pack board is too heavy, my shoulders are starting to bleed and other snide comments like that, trying to make me feel bad, on this most wonderful day of a geocachers life. I did finally give in though. I made a deal with her, I’d drink a half case now, while she was tending her wounded shoulders, let her leave a half case there for the return trip, so then she would only have to pack just one case across that last quarter mile of nearly vertical talus field. We finally made it to the top and were rewarded with the most awe inspiring sight of chimney rock you will ever see. I had fun throwing rocks down on the herds of woodland caribou and the occasional grizzly bear, until one of them looked up and saw me. Once he started that hair standing up on neck and spine fake charge, I decided we better be high tailing it out of there, so only signed the log and ran back to the rig, clearing the branches and dead falls out of the way for Sally, who, for some reason kept falling farther and farther behind………….WIZONKIZ
P.S. All kidding aside, I really enjoyed this hike. At times we would look at the two peaks in front of us and just shake our heads, wondering if we would ever make it to the top. Slow and easy, is how we did it. We would have never attempted such an ambitious hike if not for that old ammo box full of trinkets. Thanks, Moun10Bike, for getting us started and thanks for hiding this, my 100th find, at such an inspiring site.