On any day I go geocaching I normally never know where I’m headed. I’ll open up the map and just randomly find somewhere to go explore for the day. Usually before I leave I’ll take a look at the mystery caches in the area to see if I can solve some, and usually I cannot. I wish I could steal some of the gray matter from the brains of the skilled puzzle solvers around here so I could wrap my head around some more.
I tend to just end up going for traditional caches which I’m fine with. Once I’m on the trails my GPS is the pilot and leads me on my way. Even when I’ve closed in on GZ, some of these tricky hides have me wondering what I could possibly be missing. I spend as much time as I can trying to make a find on caches like these, but after awhile I either give up or ask for a hint from a previous finder or the CO themselves. This is usually a last resort for me though, since asking for a hint for me is like accepting blood money, I don’t want to but sometimes I just need to so I don’t leave feeling completely defeated.
Even after receiving a hint I can still be stumped by the number of options there are. I’ll spot something that I’m certain is the cache but I end up with just a random stick, rock, or sometimes just a crazy handful of nothin’ (to see here). The longer I've been geocaching the harder I find it to pass up a hide I’ve already began looking for. Normally in the past I’d call it after 5-10 minutes, but these days a 30 minute minimum search is usually in place before I move along.
After a few hours of caching and as the sun begins to set is usually when I’ll take a break for a meal, and one of my favorite places to go to is a particular restaurant that tells us to “Live Más".
The sky darkening doesn’t mean my caching day has ended though, this is when I tend to make a lot of my (in)famous guardrail hides. Making those hides can be tricky though, as is finding them, because I can always feel myself getting grilled by nearby muggles, although I try to use as much stealth as I can. Stealth can be tough though when you’re a big guy with a beard, but I manage.
Anyway, you’re probably asking yourself what all this has to do with finding this cache, which for the record is not at the posted coordinates. Well, my story has more meaning than just a typical caching day for the Bearded Beast. So I raise my glass to you (well actually my Cookie Monster mug filled with tea) and toast to you salud, and as always, happy caching!
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