although this story is
definitely full of it, you will learn some local cachers handles,
the puzzle gathering and solving are relatively easy, it is
doubtful that many of you were this observant your first time
through. you will be able to work your way through this maze of bs
and reach your final destination by reading through the
non-bs
The_Draglings have encrypted in their selective past geocaching.com
cache logs and by following the instructions we have left for you
there and doing the calculations at each step. this is sure
to bring you to some new caches or back down memory lane and enable
you to revisit some beautiful and cool cache locations. be sure to
leave yourselves lots of time, it could take a couple of hours,
more if you haven't solved some of the previous puzzle caches. the
final may prove challenging for the strong and forceful. lobbing
for calm and patience will be the key. you may need a picnic basket
and some company for this sunday drive. please be sure to put
everything back to ensure the next cacher has just as much fun. The
final location is not for the weak and meek a little bushwhacking
through a bunny trail is involved for the last
20m.
when you first came Cruisin'
into Victoria your daydreams floated on the brieze and you felt all
a buzzle with the excitement of what's to come. with a skip in your
step and energy abound dragling up the rear was not what you had
planned for the day, you were going to do this by the numbers. the
first stop on your whirl wind caching tour was a visit to the Fort
Victoria: A TB Stronghold, where the geoknights were standing on
guard, the glare of white shoes and lanyards blinding many a
muggle. after this a cuppa java was in order and to pick up a copy
of your favorite chinatown newsletter. you also felt it was time to
throw away that rogue towel you'd been dragging around with you
since you went overboard at sea.
on the trip over, on board
the celebrity cruise ship, you enjoyed the styling’s of whitebear
and bcrockcrawler performing their duet of show tunes, however, you
enjoyed xstitcher, bmxer and jas and joan even more, cheering them
on waving knitted placards above their heads frantically in a
crazed fan way.
a d-tour out ad0or you
wondered Whats Cooking? down at the harbour but settled for some
delicious Cold Hard Fruit with a little ice cream, syrup and a
cherry on top and took in some gorgeous views of the land yachters.
a rather pregnant woman thinker bell was preparing brunch on a deck
and was telling her husband bleuet, the baby's name will have to be
little stinker as it came to little sneezer in a dream during her
afternoon nap. you especially liked the ancient antique fishing
boat called cridge code, she had just arrived from duncan for
maintenance, as it had ran aground. the captain sdkonkle looking
kinda like a kiwibirdman with a stern look on his face was peering
out to sea, with his loyal parent parrot perched on his shoulder
and swatting a pesky dragonfly fluttering around his head. he
totally looked prepared to go down with his ship, as a playful
crafty otter leapt through the one wee tiny gaping hole as the
sheesh sound of warm wind whipped through her gunnels. happy viking
was looking busy and ready to bail as the hysterical cook
xterracacher came up from below clanging pots wondering what was
happening. first mate 1dan reassured the captain he'll be fishing
for charbs in no time and that wee hole will look like a porthole
within the hour.
after reading all the
Plaques and Stones around the parliament buildings with viguy and
porch lizard, the sole seeker inside of you was Miles Away and not
very good company with the pondering of life but never the less
bigairshane snapped you out of it and you all managed to get your
pics up on the netwerk at BigWave Dave's Dallas at Cook GeoCam put
up by netwizard before the mush room in your brain filled with doom
and gloom. all this before breakfast where you ate some berries n
fruit, over cooked Scrabmled Eggs and a burnt spud at m in 3d’s
favourite restaurant. as a boisterous wrooster crowed in the
background, you then remembered nlind and his phaonmneal pwoer of
the haumn mind! It was time to think about walking off that
lumbo-tire.
tumbling down the rocks to
your squirrelly death, splitting boinking and bruisin' the little
treasures was not one of the high points of your day as it demanded
being rescued by the kfwb team who located you by gps at the bottom
of the harrowing huntcliff void and evacuated you for your delicate
Operation at the Western Command centre. performed with precision
and accuracy within 10 metres by the skilful surgeons geohackers
and wingsaber but you picked yourself up and you dusted yourself
off with the help of the candy striper volunteers mikeyc and dvixen
as diamond mom gave you her reassuring cuddles that you would live
through this to tell the tale.
you watched the two Crows
Stop and Smell The Roses and took the moment to catch your breath.
as you enjoyed your deep calm, it was interupted by the explosive
x-treme gps team. Curious (George) jumped out of the humvee opening
the door for the recently rescued but adventurous kc who had scaled
a 500 foot high rock cliff, in street shoes no less, with no light.
luckily his bycycle had reflectors and was spotted easily in the
dark of night with their helicopter. the landsharkz never did find
him but their new l.e.d. caps were spotted in the depths of the
forest from the chopper as coast2coast2coast and dloubert were busy
stringing up christmas lights throughout the bush preparing for any
witching hour jrav was scheming. krisandtim were way too busy
tipping their bottles to be of any help at all. After the
untangling of the harnesses, putting the shoes back on and tossing
out the bicycle, you suggested everyone head off to Where The Poets
Gather to perhaps end their evening in a little gentler way, so you
tagged along.
meanwhile at the duck pond
you noticed that cache crop was in full bloom with the nudiebums
and g-spotter dancing in the daisies, she was descending on mr.
cache crop and obviously flirting with danger. recently back from
their trip to san d'eggo they were busy Gyrating Cache in their
pockets making the ducks think they'd found the mother lode but
creakyclanchris and barbershop_jeff happened along with their
trusty relic hound, astromut and 2fidoes distrupting the fun and
games chasing and harassing the ducks. they soon called in the
dog_cachers to stop these silly youthful
games.
meanwhile it was roswell,
eljayel, col the cyberchasers and the pracademics that checked
their trusty brother Roswell's Logbook for the answer as to how to
cut through all this bs but only found ahh snake. by this time the
dogs had died in the hot cars and they'd all run out of little ink
stars from The Artist's Cache to put on the page. but hey they all
knew it was a 4gone conclusion that amandazon the great would be
along shortly in her tight little geotards to help them all out
once she'd finished her yoga demonstration at basketball central,
where she was performing an ode to outward bound. the draglings had
contacted mtn-man and received approval to gather the cachers in
their lawn chairs to make this a splendiferous mega event. score
cards and a huge trophy were handed out and we all stood on guard
for thee while ickster, tjamezz and the pdlizard trio rocked the
house down with their medley of caching
tunes.
after the mind blowing
demonstration where everyone seemed to have such an exciting and
exhilarating time, you'd had enough and stumbled back to the ship
only to discover your ship had already sailed, doingitoldschool and
island hunter were waving back at you from the deck, you'd have to
wait for your ship to come in. with a deep sigh shoulders down your
caching papers slipped from your fingers and fell to the ground as
you went weak in the knees. the decision was made, you would not
swim for it, in disbelief and horror you knew you were forced to
take your chances and remain in victoria for yet another day of
caching with your new found weird and wonderful caching friends,
all the while pondering that maybe you should have taken the advice
of the paconlacellers and done Dragling Up The Rear with
dandysaan's in the first place.
the
end!
this story is based on pure
100% bogus bs facts, no cachers nicknames were changed or withheld
to protect their innocence. no animals were injured. if you find
truth in this story please keep it to yourself, no one need know.
end of story!