“Do you want to go find this geocache with me? It’s only a block away. C’mon, it’ll just be a few minutes.”
I regret saying those words.
Let me back up a bit. On Saturday there was a group teaching geocaching in our library’s meeting room. The person teaching the class chatted with me about it and, because of his enthusiasm, I thought it sounded really fun.
So I downloaded the “lite” version of the Geocaching application since it promised to guide me on my first quest. I chose a cache called Annabellesmonkey!, which appeared to be very close to my house. Off we went! We wandered to the spot (crossing a very busy highway) where I thought it might be. No luck at all. But according to the GPS we were practically standing right on it! Or at least very close. We looked up. Aha! It must be at the top of the very steep bluff we were standing next to.
So we wandered back down the busy highway (this is when I started to feel a little bit like a jackass) and found a trail that would lead us up the bluff. We got to the top, but not before I slipped and fell on the slippery mud, muddying up my jeans and bruising (kinda badly) both of my knees (and feeling even more like a jackass). We finally made it to the spot where the cache was supposed to be but graffitied on the spot were the words, “Game Over. Go Home!” Then an elderly man pulled up in his pickup and told us that the “game piece was not there.”
I was SO disappointed. Especially since I’d injured myself to get to it!
However, we were determined. We tried another one near where we already were. It was located in the middle of the busy highway and a busy street, in a grassy/shrubby area. We hunted around for awhile, avoiding the hypodermic needles.
We pushed on to Meinig Park but, again, no luck. It should have been quite obvious. I’m pretty sure it disappeared too (this is termed, “muggled” by the geocaching community).
We finally found one though! In front of Sandy City Hall. So all was not lost. On our way back home we thought we would try looking for the Meinig Park one again (since we knew what we were looking for). Again, no luck.
Right after I snapped that picture a baby squirrel started to crawl up my leg. I am not fucking kidding. I felt little legs crawling on me so I kicked my leg and a squirrel flew through the air. It scurried away so no harm done. Kind of freaked me out though.
After that we decided to do something that didn’t involve nature quite as directly. So we went for a drive on the Gorge and enjoyed a few viewpoints.
This is from Crown Point:
A few words about the view from Larch Mountain: HOLY CRAP. How have I never been here before?!? This should have been the first place I visited when I moved here! The view is absolutely stunning!! You can see 5 mountain peaks (more, of you count the smaller mountains in the area). You can even see Rainier! It was such a clear, beautiful day, too. It was a fantastic way to end an, otherwise, frustrating day. (I will go back soon with my Yashica).