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Friday, March 18, 2011

Bushwhackers Anonymous

Bushwhackers Anonymous



Learn to cope with your adventurous side.


DctrSpott



Hi, my name is DctrSpott, and I have a problem...

I just can't seem to stay on trails.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not dumb or anything. I can track trails pretty well, even in heavy underbrush or snow. Like my dog, I just seem to have an eye for it. I even enjoy walking trails: it gives me this feeling of connectedness with the past. Walking the same path many others have walked before, possibly hundreds of years early, is just pretty cool.

But I just can't stay on them. Sure, I usually start out well, find the trailhead and start walking. But the trail curves, and I wonder, "Hey, might it be faster to just keep going straight?" But maybe it's not just that. Sometimes, I just think I don't like the trails telling me what to do. I mean, who are they, right? I don't need them bossing me around and keeping me down. And let's be honest: I'm pretty smart. I can probably figure out a more direct way to my destination than whatever bozos were here before me. And besides, the GPS says it's only a couple hundred meters straight ahead.

It usually works out fine. And sometimes I stumble on some cool spots. But sometimes things get slightly... problematic.

Last week, I was down in Pennsylvania's State Game Land # 38, going after GC18EGW, Mountain Lake.  This multi involves reading a provided map to locate the penultimate stage.

Not quite... but close.
So, in usual fashion, I started off following what I thought was the trail shown on the map. Less than five minutes later, I found myself completely off the trail, thinking I could navigate to the stage much more directly than just following the trail, with only my handdrawn map as a guide. After an hour, I stumbled onto a stream, and was able to follow it to a trail. I laughed at my experience, eventually made the find, and swore to cast off my bushwhacker ways.

Less than 30 minutes later, on the way to another cache in the area, I stopped to read my GPS. "Looks like the cache is about 800 meters away, directly to my left, off the trail.... and over a lake." I was back to my old ways, off the trail, trying to circumnavigate the lake.

STOP! What did I just do?? Haven't I learned my lesson? I laughed again, and returned to the trail. By the way, I traveled 3 times as fast on the trail.

All in all, it turned out well. And hey, bushwhacking can be fun. But sometimes, it's best to just resist the urge, stick with the trail more traveled by, and just relax.

PS: Don't forget to tell me about your favorite Northeastern Pennsylvania caches.

2 comments:

Dodger said...

Oh man, don't tell me I'm the only one that relates. Frankly, I'm glad somebody else can own up to this trait!

I don't have an answer as to why you (read "we") always do that. I guess we'll just never know!

Thanks for the fun post!

BLOODHOUNDED said...

Holy cow, my son Michael will be on the trail right behind me and then the next thing you know, he’s off to the right of me in the woods. I’m like “Mike what are you doing?’ and he looks at ME like I’m the wacko. I know what you guys are talking about but I like the nice and worn trails. Gives me an additional sense of direction too and the best sights are often awaiting. But, that's just me.....

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