A hiders' tale of woe.
Ahhh, it's the last weekend of May, and the last chance I'll have to place a cache before the May Madness Blitz event closes, and I haven't even started yet. I've got an idea, but that's it. Time to get busy....
What's that? Sunday is going to see temps of 30+? We'll definitely need to go to the beach and enjoy that. But that means I need to have the cache constructed and placed *today*. Ouch. Well, let's get started... First stop, Home Depot. Ahh, they don't have everything I need -- I still need caps... Oh well, I'll grab what I can and try the next place.
McDiarmid Lumber. No caps. Candadian Tire. No caps. Grrrrrr. Rona. YES!! Finally! I've got everything I need. WHAT?!!? Six o'clock?!!? Auggh!
An hour later, and I've got everything constructed and gathered. I hope the pipe glue holds. Two hours of light left -- I hope it's enough!
Off to the park -- I've scoped the area with Google Earth, but haven't actually *been* here yet. Half an hour wandering down paths, and looking for the perfect spot, and I find it. Great location, not too far from the path, fairly dry, and not too visible. I spend the next 30-40 minutes carefully arranging the cache the way I want it. People are really going to enjoy this.
I finish up, and note that it's now shortly after 9pm -- sooner than I expected! I might get in to the late showing of the DaVinci Code tonight after all! Back to the car!
Almost back to the trailhead (about 700 metres), and a little voice nags at me in my head... I pull out my GPSr, and zoom out from the spot I had just set up and marked. What the heck?!!? An "unknown" cache, ~76 metres from where I had just spend 45 minutes placing my cache! Too close!! I don't remember that one, but it's right there. Grrrr! Back we go.
Hrmmm. The other cache is on the island. Mine isn't. Maybe the reviewer will allow it? No, not worth the risk.... I retrieve the cache from it's perfect spot, and begin again. Maybe more north? Slog, slog, slog, sploosh. Up to my knees in marsh water. Great. This is *not* where I want to be. Back we go. Where the heck is the path?!!? Slosh, slosh, slosh. Ahh here we are. Too bad my boots are soaked through now. And the light is dieing. Great. And this thing is getting heavy.
Another 20 minutes of searching, and I've got a new location. Not as nice as the first, a little more visible, and a little less suitable for the finders, but the light is going fast, and it's here or nothing. 20 minutes more and I'm done, and am now glad for the clear, wide path back, because the light is gone.
A short walk, and I'm back at the car (stopping to mark the trailhead and parking lot on my way out). I'm hungry, tired, wet, muddy, and smell like a marsh. Ugh. Time to go home and have a shower and go to bed.
Sunday morning, and I have a chance to fill in the details on the cache page. And I check out the cache that forced me to move last night....
Permanently. The hider has moved out of province.
Cache hiding is not for sissys.
Enjoy this one!