Unbeknownst to many, an underground society of scavenger hunters live around the world. WE know about it though, don’t we? One of us, known as “Hider”, will without inhibition, place a large or small container filled with tschotkes in the woods, under lampskirts, in guardrails or wherever our whims take us. Then we prance home and fill out a page full of drivel like this and submit it to gc.com and sit back waiting for people to risk unknown odds to be First-To-Find.
Next, we get some equally extraordinary person, known as “Finder”, who, for indefinable reasons, decides to go find said container. Finder, having a computer to research caches, a paid internet provider service, a pocketful of money for an automobile (preferably 4 wheel drive) with a large gas tank, a handheld GPS unit costing $100 or more that uses millions of dollars worth of rocket science and outer-space satellites, PDA, cell phone and an almost unnatural obsession and glee will be scouring the newest caches so they can set out at a moment’s notice to log a find.
For sure, Finder will have a large backpack filled with odds and ends useful for this activity including (but not limited to): pens, Ziploc bags, extra logbooks, forceps, tweezers, flashlight, folding shovel, walking sticks, snowshoes, extra socks, bug spray, sunscreen, disinfectant cloths, first aid kit, tschotkes for trade, travel bugs, geocoins, camera, binoculars, 5 or more lbs. of drinking water, snacks, poncho, orange vest, hat, extra eyeglasses, lanyard, pepper spray, knives, toilet paper, all-in-one tools with screwdrivers, hammer, bottle opener, scissors, wine opener (for the celebratory find), cell phone, PDA, Blackberry, maps, CITO bags, etc.
Finder will check the cache ratings, track the weather, mark the home and car coordinates and battle the hazards of the hunt to traipse about urban and wooded areas whilst avoiding those utterly wacky non-geocaching people who lurch about totally unaware of the mysterious activity going on around them. Finder excitedly makes their way closer to the elusive cache without focusing too much on the GPS unit so as to avoid the inevitable injury from Mother Nature’s playthings such as potholes, roots and rocks across the trail.
Sometimes though, the Geo-Nymphs play havoc with the satellite signals and the Finder searches every tree crotch, stump, rock pile, branch, pine cone, acorn, fallen limb, twig, bridge, electrical outlet, lampskirt, guardrail, irrigation system, PVC pipe, fencepost, crevice, nook and cranny within a 200 foot radius only to come up empty handed and farther away from their quest as Queen or King of the Geocaching World.
It’s happened to us all…the DNF…and that’s why we must all pay homage to the Geocaching Fairy who keeps watch over all geocachers.
Changing per new GC guidelines as of April 4, 2009. You no longer need to dress up like a fairy but if you want to...well, that's up to you!
P.S. You'll need bright orange from 3rd Saturday in October to the last day in February and April 25th to May 31st.
NOTE: Some bushwhacking required.