The Names Bog of Doom, The Rancid Auld Fetid Reeking Putrid Bog of Doom, Geocache GC6D 006.
This isn't so much a replacement cache for https://www.geocaching.com/geocache/GC49KGQ_hole-in-the-wall?guid=b1dd79ac-94fb-4841-87a2-7bacfa4272ae but the same cache relisted with a new log. Unfortunately it got archived a bit too soon after lots of DNFs and maintenance logs for a damaged box and wet logs. Well it turned out it was still exactly where I hid it three years ago with my phone reading 2m. The box was fine and the log bone dry. Grrrr. Time for my revenge mmmmmmmwwwwwwahahahahaaaa. The cache might not have changed but The Auld Reeking Fetid Rancid Putrid Bog of Stench has grown into a monster. It's clearly been eating it's greens, and browns, and slimes and probably as yet unidentified organic chemicals. It used to be relatively easy to cross with a hop or skip now you need the full jump and even then that doesn't guarantee a successful crossing. I felt I had to keep alive the many funny logs detailing different cachers misfortunes of trying to cross the Bog Doom that I should relist the cache. Although it has an upped D/T rating due to the large number of DNFs and bog related disasters that occurred during it's more recent attempts. Equipment such as stilts, a plank, a gas mask or a full biohazard suit would help. A teleporter might also be useful but sadly I couldn't source one despite scouring the internet or at least one I believed might actually work. So "Beam me up Landsbanki" will fall on deaf ears I'm afraid but you could bring your own. After a visit to the Bog of Doom geodogs and geokids might need to be hosed down in the garden and then placed into a decontamination chamber before reentering your geohouses .
Here's some highlights of previous attempts to cross the bog that I don't want to be lost due to an unnecessary archiving.
A horrid bog to cross plus a 5'4" geocacher - what could go wrong? I took a moment to prepare myself for the leap, however nothing...NOTHING...could prepare me for the horrendous stench of my right foot disturbing the stagnant bog.
Did my fellow cachers follow me? No, they stood and laughed on the path, being joined by two passers by who had a chuckle too. After finding the cache (slightly away from the hole-in-the-wall) I realised I had to make my way back. I threw a rock over to the other side (which will hopefully help the next cacher cross) and like a graceful gazelle, popped back over to the path. After washing my leg and rinsing my expensive trainer we were back on the bikes heading towards the next cache, all the while hoping that I wouldn't get trench foot!
Do I really want to try and jump this? No! There's a cache at the end!! Okay, can give it a try!!! Misjudged the distance, made it with my lead foot but trailing foot ended up in the mucky, filthy, smelly gunge! Okay, stinking to high heaven but there's the cache and log duly signed. Worst bit about this one though was that now I'm on the other side, I just know that I'm not going to make it back without sticking a foot in the river of fetid stench and sure enough, tried changing my take off leg but to no avail, squelch went the other foot! Not turning back after only two caches though so onwards to the next, not sure what the dog walkers I passed thought the smell was but never mind.
AARGHGH, wish I'd read the logs before I did the leap over the bog of eternal stench.
My left foot fell right in. Had my good Mizuno running trainers on too. Raging. My left foot is soaking and it stinks and I'm miserable 'cos I got a DNF.
This was our second attempt here today as we had tried to find this one in August when after louping back over the burn/bog/watery ming, my foot (with expensive running trainers on) fell in the bog of eternal stench.
We got to the correct bit to leap over and "ooh look, its really shallow, I can easily get across there". I quickly said "NO, it may be deeper than it seems". But no, within seconds he was up past his knees in boggy yukky stinking water. Not a happy chappy at all, and not a happy mummy for various reasons: 1) he didn't listen 2) he was now stinking and mingingly dirty 3) the caching trip was cancelled as we would now have to go straight home to clean up 4) I'd have to listen to him moaning and complaining as he would have to go home pretty much butt naked as we are not using our own cache-mobile which I've been told to keep nice and clean.
I actually felt quite sorry for him on the squelchy walk back to the car as I remembered how horrible it felt when I fell in last August. I think he was feeling a bit sorry for himself as he got all apologetic. "I'[m sorry mum, I'm fine to carry on geocaching. We don't need to go home." Eeerrrr, nah, your minging and maukit son - lets go home.
Caching trip abandoned!
I'm not saying on here how but all 3 of us managed to get over to it, find it and sign it with no injuries, no soaking, no wetting, no dirtying and no minging stench smell clinging to us. Now to see what other cache on my watch list can be given official "nemesis" status...
she fell just slightly short and her foot hit the stinky bog water! As much as I found this hilarious the look on her face when she realised she would have to get back over again was even better!
jump was more like a limp shuffle.....result - trailing leg stuck into 2 foot of stinking muddy glaare
Up to knee in stagnant water
This must be the mankiest burn I have ever louped . Really didn`t want to fall in here...
Ok this wins the price for smelliest cache ever. But was that going to stop me.
Thank goodness the dog had the sense to stay out if the festering puddle
OMG the dogs having had very little water to play in along this track took great delight in rolling and splashing about in the purid black tar like mud - ewwwww - they were stinking and filthy but they loved every second of it and we had a good laugh . especially when they left the bank covered in the slippy slimey stuff and then we realised one of us was going to have to cross.
OKAY SO WHO'S UP FOR THE CHALLENGE AFTER READING THAT LOT
WELL DONE TO SAINTCHRIS13 FOR BEING FTF