Geocaching

Written by  //  October 14, 2012  //  Walking  //  No comments

 

Yesterday my friend Mary and I went Geocaching.  Geocaching is a real-world, outdoor treasure hunting game using GPS-enabled devices.  Participants navigate to a specific set of GPS coordinates and then attempt to find the geocache (container) hidden at that location.  For some the fun is finding a cache before anybody else,  for others it is seeing their total finds increasing but for me it is just about getting out into the fresh air and walking. I think it is also a great way of engaging children in walking as it gives them something to look for and little bits of “treasure” to collect. The treasure tends to be the sort of stuff you would get from a Christmas cracker and the rule is if you take something out you put something back.  Sometimes you can find a travel bug which is trying to find it’s way round the country and it can be quite interesting to see how far they travel.  These bugs should really be moved on fairly quickly  so when I found one in  a cache I let Mary take it.  She does more caching than me.    From the Geocache website map page you can see where the caches are hidden, you download the ones you want to find then get your boots on and go.  When you get back home you log the finds or the did not finds.  My tally is  279 which is a bit paltry, I must try harder.   Sometimes a series of caches is hidden. Mary and I have been looking for a series of 40 caches called Little Britain.  Yesterday we were looking for numbers 1-9 which would complete the series for us, you don’t have to do them in the order set. We set off  and as usual we were chatting so we went the wrong way but we quickly realised our mistake and got ourselves on the right path.

We enjoyed our walk apart from the mud which was thick, sticky , and unavoidable in places but we added 10 caches to our tally.  It was time to get some lunch.  Mary’s car was in the Ryles Arms pub car park but mine was at the start of our walk which meant I had no shoes only boots which were caked with mud.   I had to go into the pub wearing only my socks,  I don’t think anybody noticed.

 

 

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