BCP063 - Calgary (Calgary Tower)
N51 02.658 W114 03.787
The Reluctant Cacher said I owed him a dinner out. Nothing but the Calgary Tower Panorama Dining Room would do. This geocaching has been a strain and nothing else would make up for the hardships he has had to endure.
There was the time I thought I could walk to a cache after work while he made supper. I hadn’t investigate the missing bridge situation thoroughly enough and had to go about 6 times further than the lying GPSr indicated. I knew I should stop and do this another day but my determination was stronger than my good sense. By the time I got to the cache on the other side of Fish Creek, I was in a panic knowing he would be worried and had to borrow a cell phone and get him to come and pick me up at Votier’s Flats.
There was the recent incident in Petawawa where I got lost in the bush (yes, I had my GPSr with me) while I ran off to pick up a quick cache while he got his hair cut.
Oh yes, what about the time he came with me and slipped on a large wet rock and not only ended up with bruised ribs for 2 weeks, but got a nasty case of spreading poison ivy? I wasn’t in the good books over that one either.
I am a real nuisance on vacation when I plead to go just “slightly” out of the way to pick up a cache. Or when we go ANYWHERE and I have had a chance to check out the possibility of nearby caches. A real nuisance!
For the Reluctant Cacher, the only good cache is one where I can go by myself.
So dinner at the Calgary Tower was my payment. I tried to enjoy the fine ambience, food and wine, but my mind was really on OFTH’s very nearby brass cap. How could I snag this one, especially in my heels and tight silk dress? How? I tried to keep my mind on the conversation. I tried to enjoy the view. It wasn’t working. All I could think of was a tiny circle of brass with a few, hopefully legible numbers.
I excused myself to go to the powder room, my mind swirling with ‘how can I do this’ thoughts. There is a small window! It opens! No one is around. I grab the garbage can and turn it upside down under the window. I reach into my handbag for my compact and flip it open to expose the mirror. I reach way out, way, way out and tilt it this way and that until the sought after numbers finally begin to appear. Yes!! I’ve got them.
Back at the table, I finally relax and enjoy my swan shaped cream puff, filled with chocolate whip cream.