My grandpa, Gerald LaVet Erickson, was an architect in the area
around here. He, unfortunately, died when I was seven years old.
After getting into this whole Geocaching thing, I thought that it'd
be a lot of fun to put caches over near places he designed!
This particular cache is placed in the middle of the loop for
Billy Jones' Wildcat Railroad, a nice little mini train that runs
through Vasona park in Los Gatos. My grandpa had a hand in
designing and building this railroad, and technically I should
still get free admission to ride the train - though $2 isn't much
to ask for a ticket. :)
After you find this cache, why not take a walk down following
the tracks and enjoy the architecture of the station? There's also
a cache nearer to the station - which is why mine is so far away.
;)
Bonus points if you log your find with a story about your
grandparent included.
Gold star if you find this cache with a grandparent or
grandchild.
Thanks for the notes about the coordinates being slightly off.
I'll double check them as soon as I have the opportunity, but for
now letting your geosenses do the walking seems to work well.
Grampa Gerry Anecdote: Runaway Horse
My grandfather told me this story himself. Heck, I believe it,
and now my mother confirms that it is true.
Once, when my grandfather was living in San Mateo with his
friend (whose name is lost to antiquity, but whom we will call
Frank, for the sake of having a name), he was studying alone,
listening to the radio, when he heard a news report about a horse
that had runaway from a nearby farm. The horse was an old nag that
was quite docile and obedient. My grandfather, upon hearing this
report, went out into the street to see if he could find this
horse.
He did, apparently. But instead of returning the horse to its
owner, he led it back to his own apartment, led it upstairs, and
put it in the bathroom and closed the door. Then he went back
downstairs to the kitchen and continued studying.
Shortly thereafter, Frank returned home. "Hi, Jerry," he said.
"Hi," replied my grandfather. Frank went upstairs, not knowing what
was in the upstairs bathroom.
A few moments passed. Then Frank came back downstairs to the
kitchen.
"Jerry," he said.
"Yes?" said my grandfather.
"There's a horse in the bathroom, Jerry."
As nonchalantly as he possibly could, my grandfather replied
(without even looking up from his books), "I know."