(It took nearly 8 years, but I have FINALLY written a log that exceeds the maximum length! YES!!)
I would like to know what way Nitro went. Good Lordy it sounds like he took the EASY route!!
So awhile back, I get this call from my friend (should I continue to call him that after this "adventure"?) telling me about a new cache he wants to place and if I could help him out. Sure, I say, no problem. After reading what he had devised, I offer my two cents. Such as the stage on top of Everest would be a bit much, plus the logistics with the Nepal government is a flat out nightmare. Move that stage to the Alps, it'll be easier. (I'm pleased to note that he did take my advise, but after the final climb where I lucked out in finding some of Nitro's anchors, I would rather have dealt with Nepal!), as well as suggesting that while entering a bull fighting contest simply to get the coordinates written on the horns could provide for some entertaining logs, something more local would be appropriate. By the way, where did you find all those snakes?
Not having the benefit of a former college buddy in high places, I had to resort to getting my answers more creatively. Located in the highly popular Hitchhiker's Guide is a handy directory of important phone numbers (http://home.nvg.org/~helge/div/howto/how.html), so I opted to call them to ask for their research teams. Eventually, after many negotiations and a few close calls involving a few trade agreements, I had my answers! I plugged them into my GPS, looked at the location, and then promptly called all those numbers again to explain that while their little joke of the Fibonnacci sequence was a gas, it was vitally important for me to have these answers and to QUIT SCREWING AROUND!
I got my coordinates finally.
I am not sure how either of the previous finders managed to get anywhere close to this one. I was unable to locate any sensible approach, so did what any sensible Cacher would do. I whined a lot and eventually someone took pity and I found myself in the back of a Seahawk SH-60 cruising towards ground zero. That was an awesome rush, until the bird started shimmying wildly! The pilot called back that if wanted to go to that spot I would have to jump as something was interfering with the aircraft. I gathered up my supplies and bid farewell to the crew before launching myself out the door towards the ground. It was only then that I realized I forgot to grab the parachute pack.... err...