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Found it Thot found The Way of the Hand and Foot #1

Wednesday, June 13, 2007Texas

Gee. What a saga for one micro.

For a variety of reasons I haven't had a chance at a FTF in a long time. Between illnesses, late night approvals (I rarely do night caches), Jarihend, OHG and now boomer, a guy has a tough time getting an FTF in these parts.

I was reading my mail when this one popped up. I checked and it had only been approved for about 2-3 minutes. While the cache page was printing, I grabbed my shiny new 60CSx, plugged in the cable and used the new direct download-into-the-gadget feature on My wife grabbed the printout and we headed for the car. As I reached the car she couldn't find the dog. She could tell I was in no mood for dawdling, so she waved me on.

When I reached the first of only two traffic signal on the route I chose, I waited and waited for it to change until I realized it had just that moment failed. I finally had to run the red in front of oncoming highway traffic. At about half the remaining distance it began to rain, but I said, "To heck with it [my expurgated version of @*&$%^#], I'm going to get this FTF" and sped on. When I arrived at the parking lot I knew it was in from the web map, I parked and tried to find the cache on my GPSr. Even though the download said it worked successfully, it hadn't, so I didn't have the coordinates. But, not to worry, I have the printout. Wrong! The wife had the printout back at home. But, not to worry, I'll just call her and get them. I pulled out my cell phone to call. My cell phone had failed since I'd used it earlier. In tremendous frustration I drove home.

I had given up on this one. But, I experimented with the direct download until I got it to work and decided to go back. I roared off, figuring I was already too late. These things don't languish in our area for an hour like this. So, I sped away, going the long way to avoid the failed traffic signal and breaking way too many traffic rules. About half-way there I got behind the "Can you possibly go any slower" slow poke and crept along for five blocks. I finally seized an opportunity, passed her illegally and roared on to the cache.

When I got there my original parking spot was still open (lots of cars here at night), it was still raining, but now it was dark, and I hadn't brought a flash light. I'd never used my new gadget at night and didn't know how to turn on the light, so I couldn't see the GPSr screen. I got back in the car and, using the dome light, figured out somehow the light was supposed to come on for a minute when you pushed a button, but it wasn't. I changed all the settings, then changed them back - viola light!

As I again got out of the car I realized I'd been within 7 feet of the cache the first time I was there. I turned the headlights back on and fetched the cache. Soaking wet, I removed and unrolled the log with a heavy heart, knowing another name would surely be there.

But, TADA! FTF!!!

Ahhh . . ., what a pleasant evening it is.

infoThis is the original cache type consisting, at a bare minimum, a container and a log book. Normally you'll find a tupperware container, ammo box, or bucket filled with goodies, or smaller container ("micro cache") too small to contain items except for a log book. The coordinates listed on the traditional cache page is the exact location for the cache.
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