I had read about the I hate I-5 series of caches, and thought they were cute, but I did not want to call a cache series "I hate" anything... Until today!
I HATE I-84!!!
Now let me tell you why, and why I chose this location.
On my trip from Colorado with my wife to see our family, I found myself in a strange I-84 hell that would not end.
It started with the new plates we got for My wife's used Mercedes. She was able to replace the rear plate without problem, but the front plate needed some kind of weird Torx-like tool with a post in the middle. I could not find a shop in town that had it, but I new who would, my friend Robert back in Washington state who I was going to visit in just a few days. If it is a car tool, he has it, or knows where to get it.
So we hit the road...
My hell really started to kick-in at Idaho, where at a truck stop I woke up, looking pretty ragged, in order to take over driving. So I got out to gas up the Mercedes, and my wife went in to buy food and use the restroom. When I had finished fueling the car, I found a parking spot. My wife got in the car and I went to use the bathroom. When I returned I started the car, and started to pull out.
That is when the undercover drug enforcement agent ran up to my car, told me to get out of the car with my hands in the air. This is about the time yy HELL kicked into high gear.
Turns out we matched the description of the partners to part of a drug sting they had done earlier that day, and they were hoping the partners were showing up later that day. When we had mixed plates, they thought my wife had got out of my car and another woman got in, and matched descriptions, they thought they had the mother lode. It did not take long for them to figure they had made a horrible mistake. We had decided we were too tired to drive, just before the sting, but for some reason we were awake and wanted to get out of Idaho.
We stayed at a nice little hotel just across the Oregon border.
I woke up the next morning in a great mood and looking forward to a Burgerville Moca Perk Shake. But first I needed gas. Oregon has a moronic law that you cannot pump your own gas. Well at least when I do it I don't put unleaded in a DIESEL! So we have to wait for a truck to pump the tank, thank goodness we noticed before we left.
A short while later we reached one of the cool spots along I-84 with a beautiful view, and a very nice signal on our cell phone. So we stopped there, called relatives about about happened and why we were going to be late. Enjoying the view with my dog I started to feel good about the world again, and I noticed that this would be a cool spot for a Geocache. So I quickly put one together and made a note of the coordinates, and the first "I hate I-84 cache" was born.
It was very cold that day and my GPS was a little cranky about working in that cold, but I think I got good coordinates in the end. But I would suggest that the first person to look for this take the hint along with them just in case. Also I did not have any Ziploc bags with me so if the first person to visit could put some bags in the cache I would appreciate it.
The starter contents included…
A Traveling Turtle who is on his way to California
A Traveling Dollar Bill
VHS Movie "Highlander"
VHS Movies "Home Alone" and "Home Alone 2"
Pen and logbook.