CacheCrazy.Com: January 2012

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

The Geocachers of Children's Television

Running on the treadmill is boring.  To make it a bit less cumbersome, our treadmill is plopped firmly in front of the TV.  So while trotting away the other day, I had some VH1 Classic cranking.  Fun stuff - they were playing all the cool videos from the 1980s.  (I could run all day with Eddie on guitar, so keep the Van Halen coming, VH1…)  All was fine and well until the kids decided they wanted to watch one of their shows.  I was ready to balk, but they had earned it.  Fortunately they picked one of the good ones.  Some of these kids’ shows are flat-out stupid.  While I was coming up with a list of shows I’d like to ban from our television, it got me to thinking that some of these characters would make pretty good geocachers.  Conversely, others wouldn’t have a prayer.  So I present to you the following lists…


Dodger’s List of the Finest Geocachers of Kids’ Television


The Fresh Beat Band – I love these guys.  They’re all polite, well-spoken kids.  My favorite is Twist.  What a character.  Anyway, the Fresh Beat Band is four friends that go to school together.  They generally find their way into some tame mischief, work together to solve the problem, and then break out into celebratory song.  It’s pretty good stuff.  They can be a part of the DLC posse anytime.  We could always use a cool tune to go along with our Found It smiley.  Fresh Beat Band, you’re DLC-approved geocachers!


Team UmiZoomi – “I can show you anything, on my belly belly belly screen - Taxi!  Skyscraper!  Traffic Light!"  And he hits that “Traffic Light” with this righteous hard rock snarl.  So awesome.  Team UmiZoomi is a brother-sister duo and their robot named – get this – Bot.  Like the Fresh Beat Band, they like to sing.  They’re also a bunch of math geniuses and the robot, besides his belly belly screen, has a couple of other handy superpowers – he can extend his arms and legs!  Hmm.  Tricky puzzle caches?  Some tough terrain?  A cache just out of reach?  And if you lose satellite reception or your batteries die, no problem!  Bot will show you the way on his belly belly screen.  You can cache with me any day, Team UmiZoomi!


And finally…


Dora the Explorer – OMG.  This.  Kid.  Is.  Cool.  Just let me give you a rundown of some of the tomfoolery this kid gets into.  She visits Coney Island.   Rides a raft over a waterfall.  Fights an evil witch.  Gets caught in thunderstorms.  Climbs Snowy Mountain.  Hops trains.  Explores a gooey geyser.  Goes to the North Pole.  Fends off a grumpy troll.  Finds herself mired in quicksand.  Rockets to outer space...  There’s no question – I’d take this kid over that survival guy Bear any day of the week.  Keep in mind, Dora does all this stuff WITHOUT PARENTAL SUPERVISION.  Her only companion is a silly monkey, and it seems to me he causes more trouble than he solves.  My word, Coney Island?  The North Pole??  Space Travel???  Dora NEVER panics.  This kid has ice water in her veins.  Geez, this kid’s arch-nemesis is a rabid fox for crying out loud!  She is ultimately prepared with her backpack, which is loaded up with things and knick-knacks.  Bet you 50 cents there’s a GPS in there!  All kinds of adventure, and you get to learn a little Spanish, too.  Dora is my first-round pick for my geocaching team!


And now those that will have to work a lot harder to earn a spot on my geocaching team…


Dodger’s List of the Worst Geocachers of Kids’ Television


Yo Gabba Gabba – DJ Lance calls himself a DJ, but he looks like a cross between a drum major, The Greatest American Hero, and some half-@$$ed astronaut.  He’s also got this gang of strange monsters/animals/I-don’t-even know.  I can live with all that, but these guys have the worst, most monotonous songs.  “Try new food.  Try new food.  Try new food.  Try new food.  Try new food.  Try new food.  Try new food.  Try new food.  Try new food.  Try new food.  Try new food…”  AHHHHHHHHHHHH!  Stay away from me, Yo Gabba Gabba!


Go, Diego, Go – Diego is Dora the Explorer’s hyper cousin that's always just on the edge of freaking out.  I guess running an “animal rescue center” would be pretty stressful, especially for an 8-year old, but Diego doesn’t even come close to his cousin’s coolness.  One of these days Diego is going to lose it.  I don’t want it to be on my watch on some geocaching outing.  Sorry, D.  You best stay with the animals.  No geocaching for you.



Sponge Head Square Head – Oh boy, here comes the hate mail.  Oh well.  Look, the problem with Sponge Pants Square Tom is two-fold.  One – I can never remember his name.  Two – whatever his name is, it’s too freakin’ long.  “Bob Squared Sponge Pants” – Imagine signing a geocaching logbook with such a long handle.  It’s like, I don’t know, Dodger Lizard Crew.  Ha!  Ha!  Ha!  Can you imagine that??  The only use I can see for having Lunch Box Square Pants on a geocache outing is that maybe I could use him for swag, but that’d be pretty weak.  I’m keeping you at home, Sponge Square, so I can use you to scrub my pans.


And finally...


Caillou - Spoiled and whiny.  Yeah, just what I want when enjoying a day of geocaching.  Sorry, Calliou, but until you toughen up, you’re going to have to stay home with your “Mummy and Duddy”. 

(Now Calliou’s mother is a different story – anybody that wears overalls 24/7 is a practical person and is probably a good geocacher.)


There you have it, folks.

Wow –all this from 30 minutes on the treadmill.

What say you???

Dodge

Monday, January 30, 2012

"Excerpts from ErikaJean.com" Main Street Of America

Another awesome post from the series "Excerpts from ErikaJean.com" Main Street Of America, enjoy!


While going east, we took the Mother Road (aka Historic Route 66) here and there while looking forgeocaches. The first geocache that put us off I-40 and on to Rt. 66 was this one in Oklahoma. 

I think it is a widely known fact that Rt. 66 is famous for its odd attractions. This was no exception. Some guy decided to put an old VW Bug in his yard, slap on some HUGE tires and a pair of horns. Why? No one really knows. 
Rt. 66 - Oklahoma 
While the Cache owner calls this VW Bug "Bigfoot," the cute little old man we met told us otherwise. Though not a geocacher, he knew exactly what we were up to. He sold trailers out of his front yard - so I bet his driveway is where most geocachers parked. I think he enjoyed talking to us - though I'm not sure he caught everything we said. His hearing wasn't too great. He did mention that the guy who owns the VW Bug calls it his "Horny Bug," get it? Horny.... because it has... horns. H a H a. The old guy seemed to get a kick out of it any way ;-) 

My GPS was pointing me in this direction... and so in that direction I went... 
Rt. 66 - Oklahoma 

made it through the tall grass and made the grab. Do you see it? 
Rt. 66 - Oklahoma 
I got that sticky stuff from the pole all over my hands though. It was a pain to get off. 

Here is a picture of Hunter standing in the middle of Rt. 66. 
Rt. 66 - Oklahoma 

We got back on the road and went for the next cache

I've been on this route before, so I had already seen the wind turbines but I always wanted to get a closer view.... it just so happened, the geocache we were after took us right by a giant wind field. So we jumped out and grabbed some pictures. 
Wind turbines - Oklahoma 
This Photo is by Hunter 

Wind turbines - Oklahoma 
They are so much bigger up close. I guess that makes sense. But jeez, they are really huge! 

The cache we found was part of the Cache Across America series. 

"The Cache Across America Series: This is a series of caches that will take you on a caching tour of the entire United States. One cache is hidden in each of the 50 states. These caches each contain a numeric clue that will lead you to one final cache located in our nation's capitol upon completion of the series.

I'm not planning on getting all 50, but this will be my second one! 

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What is Geocaching? Click here for a little explanation! 



See this post on Erika's blog at ErikaJean.com

Friday, January 27, 2012

Winter Doldrums


I've never been a big fan of winter.  In particular, I really despise January and February.  The hustle and bustle of the holidays has come and gone.  Springtime seems to be forever and a day away.  The days are short.  It's usually dark when I leave the house in the morning, and dark once I return in the evening.  If something bad is going to happen, I've found it likes to happen this time of year.  I've always felt that once my birthday passes, in March, springtime can't come quick enough.  And, don't even get me started on the Groundhog.

One of the things I wanted to do in 2012 was fill in as many days as I could on my caching calendar.  I went into January having most of the days without a cache found, and while I didn't believe I'd go nuts finding a ton of caches in January, I thought perhaps I could knock out most, if not all of the days.  I quickly realized this was not going to happen.  I couldn't blame the weather.  We've had, for the most part, a mild, dry winter.  No, it was my total lack of motivation.  I've gone out here and there, so far in January, to find some caches, but the idea of caching almost every day in the month has long been abandoned.   I just didn't want do it.  I formulated a strategy to make filling this calendar happened.  It involved a lot of trips to shopping center parking lots.  I'm not a big fan of the park 'n' grab, but I'll go after one if it means completing a goal of some sort.  In this case, though, I felt the idea of a streak of 1/1 caches was absurd.  Not gonna do it.  On the same token, there was no way I was going to be able to seek out caches, which were up my alley, on a near-daily basis.  Between a hectic work schedule and a nagging rotator cuff injury, I just wasn't up to the challenge.  I want to keep the hobby fun.

Winter got you down?


I am intent on crossing a find off on one particular day, though- February 29th.

 

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

WHY NOT WEDNESDAY - A boy and his dog

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Happy Birthday






Happy 2nd Birthday, Sadie!


Next week - the geocachers of children's television and those that don't have a future in the game... Stay tuned... 

Monday, January 23, 2012

The Perils of a Geocaching Pensioner - Part 3


I know it's taken a long time for me to get down to part 3 of my "The Perils of a Geocaching Pensioner", but to be honest even after a year I'm still suffering from the aftermath. I've spoken about the accident in Part 1 and in Part 2 I've explained how I exposing my rear end to the general public in Berkeley Hospital. There was nothing for the hospital to do with torn ligament and I had to go home and rest, but how was I to get home wearing nothing more than 2 hospital blankets and a plastic bag full of wet/muddy clothes and shoes.

I had been poked and prodded by all in sundry including the tea lady, Xrayed from top to bottom and after 6 hours I was told to go home, but how? Big Sister was up north caravaning so my next choice was Brother who only lived a few doors away from my home, oh dear no answer from any of his phones. My mobile by now was dead so I couldn't view any saved phone numbers, it was a case of going through the phone book looking for any relatives who might like the pleasure of pick me up.

Finally a nephew's name came in view and he was in, thank god, and soon he made his way to Berkeley to rescue me. On his arrival I was pushed out in a wheelchair and slid into the front seat, still desperately grasping my two blankets, I suppose if I wasn't so overweight I might have look like Gandhi.

Setting off for home the story of my accident was transferred to my Nephew and he reported that my Brother was out and hadn't turned his phone on. Suddenly he screeched to a halt on the main A38 next to where huge flames were dancing above the roadside hedge, now what I hadn't told you was that my Nephew was actually a fireman, and as he went headlong through the hedge I heard him shout, "There might be a house on fire, I'll just check it out?" A few minutes later he reappeared waving his hands around saying how stupid it was to have such a big bonfire in a back garden.

The rest of the journey went ok, no more fires, no cows stuck in a ditches or cats up trees, I do think he likes his job. Arriving home he circled my back courtyard to get the passenger door nearest the bungalow's back door but it was then that all hell broke out. He managed to help me to the back door but unfortunately there was a large step up into the bungalow, within seconds I was just a heap in the yard as my leg gave way and I laid there trying to cover my modesty in the darkness.

He would have needed Sparrows Crane Hire to pick me up so he had to run around a few neighbours for help. How embarrassing as the jungle phones in the village started up and within minutes up to 16 people arrived and deposited me in my armchair. Some were making tea and my home resembled a village hall as various neighbours chatted about how lucky I was. At last someone took pity on me and grabbed some clothes from my bedroom and help me dress, all with a very large audience looking on.

An hour later my Brother and his Wife arrived and the crowd started to disperse making sure they all gave me their wisdom, and in one case a loan of a 4 wheeled walker. Brother and Nephew went off to find my car still parked in an estate in Cam, don't think I will be driving that for a while. On there return they explained that it had been left unlocked, thanks to the ambulance man who went and got my handbag out of the boot, luckily the satnav and other valueables were still in the glove compartment.

The next few days were murder, most of my family visited me in turn, all nagging me about going out in the country on my own, comments like "Your a pensioner you know, take a another hobby." what do they expect me to do, join a knitting club or something - no chance as only 3 months later I was out and about again. Yes I have been left with a very nasty limp on the right leg and have to pick the areas I venture. One thing is certain, many barriers have been broken with my neighours, well they have seen me dressed in just a small hospital blanket.




What an awesome series from a gal who's writing style fits perfectly in the CacheCrazy network! Heather, You are welcome here at CacheCrazy.Com anytime. I would think one more awesome post like this and you're headed straight for the Honorary Author nomination(hint, hint, wink - wink). Great work and thank you!
BH

Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Perils of a Geocaching Pensioner - Part 2

Lets return to the point that I'm lying in a mud and water filled gully, unable to move and made that 999 call. I've already discovered that the lady on the other end of the phone thinks that an orchard in the countryside has a postcode and they are out looking for me. Please note that I had informed them that, to put it politely, I was not a petite lady.

Again my mobile phone rang and a gentleman on the other end indicated he was a paramedic and had finally found my car, he wanted to know which way to start walking to find me. Whilst screaming in pain I managed to direct him into the orchard to which he gave me a cheery wave as he came into view. After a few questions he decided he could get me to my feet, he did which lasted 5 seconds before I crumpled in a heap on the ground again. His reaction was to say, "I think we need backup", brilliant I thought, I told them over an hour ago I wasn't a ballerina or a vegetarian.

The emergency services then couldn't find an available ambulance and I could hear him on the phone say we had to do something. He decided to wander off to get me a blanket and by now I was covered in mud and water, shivering from cold and resembled a wallowing hippopotamus rather than a pensioner. Suddenly from behind the hedge an old lady appeared, looked at me and said, "Are you all right dear?", I replied "Yes thanks the paramedic's just gone to get me a blanket". Not a flicker from her as she wandered off as if this was normal, no concern at all.

At last they found a private ambulance traveling back to it's base in Avonmouth and they finally got me to Berkeley Cottage Hospital in about 2 hours. Must describe the two ambulance men as one was about 6ft 6ins whilst the other was about 5ft 3ins, talk about Little and Large, glad they didn't put me on a stretcher to get me back to the ambulance as I would have probably been dropped again.

Little and Large did the paperwork and disappeared before the nurse could tell them that I should have been taken to Gloucester Royal, so it was all down to a couple of nurses and a couple old tea orderlies to look after me. I was stripped of all my wet clothes and covered in just blankets but left on my own for hours, being a small cottage hospital I think the nurse was also looking after the ward as well as injuries.

Several hours later I was having more discomfort from not emptying my bladder and pleaded for some help, great, in comes the assistant tea lady pushing a toilet on wheels and stays chatting while I try to complete the task. Not a hope with the seat so small and the arm rests so close together it was like trying to get water out of a hose-pipe whilst someone squeezing the pipe together. Next move was to get me to a toilet down the corridor, A trio of helpers marched me past the general public, one holding a blanket on my top half, one holding a blanket around my bottom half and a nurse holding me up as I hopped along. During the return journey along the corridor I caught sight of myself in a mirror and noticed that the lower blanket didn't meet at the back. The general public got more than a builders bum, it was more like a geocacher's letterbox.

After several more hours, doctors pulling and prodding me and even more Xrays taken, they finally decided that nothing was broken, I didn't like to mention that my pride was well and truly broken.

Look out for Part 3 - trying to get home, stopping for a fire and being carried in by all the neighborhood.

Part Three of the series will post tomorrow, it's the best part!
See this post at The Ramblings of a Mad Pensioner  

Friday, January 20, 2012

A Geocaching Confession

"Call me in the morning, I'm going to bed."

I braced myself for her reaction, and got pretty much what I expected- cold, with a dash of "I'll lay into you tomorrow about it".  Who could blame her, really?  It was three days before we were set to leave for Myrtle Beach.  No time for injuries, especially one necessitating the use of crutches.  This was our first vacation together, and here I am, a darn cripple.  She's going to kill me!

The inevitable question was asked the next day.  "So, how did you manage to sprain your ankle?"  It was a pretty basic question, and one would think, would receive a pretty basic answer.  Having the memory of the painful evening I just spent in the emergency room fresh in my mind, and subsequently not wanting to go into detail, I explained to her how I was hiking at the Seven Tubs, and slipped on a mossy rock, fell, and sprained my ankle.  It was pretty much all she needed to hear.  She's not one for details, thankfully.  I took my verbal lashing like a man, both that day and in the subsequent days.

Little did she know, there were no slippery rocks.  No green moss to be found.  I must confess.  Here's what REALLY happened...

Once upon a time, I had Tuesday nights to myself, as my girlfriend was busy with her girls, shuttling them to and from dance lessons.  On one of these Tuesday nights, I decided to head over to the Seven Tubs, and find the Seven Tubs multi-cache.  It was a beautiful summer evening, and was going to be a nice hike out.  I successfully retrieved stage one a few weeks prior to, but for some reason, the coordinates were juxtaposed in my GPSr, so it was back to stage one.  The Tubs area was quite busy, with a combination of swimmers and hikers.  I remembered exactly where stage one was, and knew what I had to do to retrieve it.

ALERT!  SPOILERS BELOW!  DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!

As with the first time, I was able to maneuver my way up the railroad spikes, to the container.  GPSr in hand, I punched in the numbers to stage two, then replaced the the container, as is.

Then it happened...

Somehow, someway, I lost my footing on the first spike on the way down, and took a nice fall down to the ground.  It all happened in slow motion.  I could hardly believe it happened.  Briefly frozen on the ground, I took stock of the situation.  Was I dead?  Paralyzed?  Could I get up and find the final?  I soon realized that, luckily, I could stand up.  There I realized what my problem was going to be, I couldn't put any weight on my right ankle, and I'm about a mile from my car. Okay, genius, how do you get yourself out of this jam.

I'm sure I did more harm than good, but I somehow managed to get up and limp out of the woods.  Perhaps hop is a more appropriate word.  I'd hop from tree to tree, then take a break and hop some more.  If it wasn't for trees, I would have, most likely, been crawling back to the car.  Once at the car, I found problem number two:  how am I going to drive?  Being the stubborn guy I am, I decided to bypass the hospital, less than a mile from the Tubs, to head home.  Perhaps soaking the ankle in a hot bath, and keeping weight off it will make it feel better.  I tested that theory out, with no luck.  The darn thing just kept getting worse and worse.  At that point, I had to suck it up and go to the emergency room.  There was no way I could just let this go.  This, coming from the guy who's remedy for any given cure is to just sleep it off!

Ye olde ankle brace.


Four hours and a $35 co-pay later, the doctor told me what I already knew- I sprained my ankle.  They gave me a sports brace and a pair of crutches, and sent me on my merry way.  I went home, settled up in my bed, propped my leg up, and turned my focus on how the heck I was going to explain this to my girlfriend.  She knew I did this thing called Geocaching, but explaining to her that I climbed a pole to retrieve a set of coordinates, then fell to the ground was not likely to fly.  The "I slipped on the rocks" alibi was plausible, believable, and just a little white lie.  It was the same means to an end.  I went hiking and came back with a sprained ankle.






Luckily, for me, by the time we left for Myrtle Beach, I was off the crutches.  The brace came off a day or two later, and the whole ordeal in the woods was soon forgotten.  Why do I tell this story now?  We've decided to return to Myrtle Beach this year, and get married on the beach.  And, yes, I've already been forewarned:  no hiking before the wedding!

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Creating an Unpublished Cache

WELCOME TO THIRSTY THURSDAY!!

Grab a cup of coffee or tea, sit back and learn how to make a cache page, but not publish it right away.


Have you ever wondered what to do with all of your Geocoins that you just don't want to send out because they are too precious? MY PRECIOUS!  Ever wondered how to make a cache page for a cache you plan on hiding, but you're just not ready to get it published yet? Well if you have then please read on and see how I have done this neat feature.

I have hidden a number of caches and plan on hiding numerous more. I just put together a series of caches I plan on hiding when I am able to get out there again. This EYE thing of mine is getting better, but since I still don't have clear vision yet I am a little leery of heading out to hide these caches. So I did the next best thing. I created the cache pages, but did not publish them. This is how I did it.

I went to GC.com and started a cache page just like I usually do. You go to the Hide a Cache page and click on the "online form". When that comes up then go down the page and fill in what type of cache it is. There is a nice drop down arrow to click on and choose which type it is. For my series I chose the Traditional Cache. Then choose the cache size. Another easy step. For mine I chose the Regular size.

Then I had to come up with the cache name. I'll reveal one of mine, which is "Tiny Goodbite", he's one of the California Raisins from a long time ago. Look for him coming to a cache near you. The "Cache Placed by" should already have your caching name in there.



Cache Type:






Cache Size:






Cache Name:




  


Cache Placed By:




  


Next, choose the date you want the cache placed. This date can be changed at a later point when you actually want it published. Now I know I am going to step on some toes here, but I do not check the Premium Member Only box. I personally want all of my caches to be able to be found by everyone, not just PMs. JMO (Just My Opinion).  I then skip over the Related Web Page and the Background Image URL, but if you want to you can add those too. Then I fill out the Coordinates numbers. These too can be edited at a later date if need be. I put the actual cords in because I already had them in the GPSr from when I scouted out the places for the hides. Be sure to click on the "Show on Map" button if you want it to show up on the map that is shown on the cache page.















Date Placed:




... (MM/dd/yyyy)  


Related Web Page:




  


Background Image URL:





Coordinates

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The next little box is very important. It states "Enable cache listing. It is ready for review. (If the listing is not yet ready to be reviewed, uncheck this box.) Note: Only 'Enabled' cache listings are visible to the reviewer". This is the box you do not want to check if you are not ready to publish it. Another words LEAVE IT UNCHECKED.

Then on to choosing you Location. This is one another pretty simple one. Since I am placing it in PA that is what I chose. Now we are on to choosing the Difficulty Rating. This can be a little bit of a challenge if you have not done it before. Just how do you choose this rating? Well GC.com has put up a nice way to rate your cache. Just go to THIS link and fill everything out and it will rate your cache based upon the questions you have answered. It estimates both the Difficulty and Terrain rating for your cache. It's actually pretty cool. So check it out.  




Location:





  


Overall Difficulty Rating:




(1 is easiest, 5 is hardest. Try this system to rate your cache.)


Overall Terrain Rating:







The next box has to do with whether or not you are going to use HTML in your description or not. If you are going to use it them be sure to check this box. I'll explain this in more detail in a little while. Next is your "Short Description". This is usually just a short few sentences or even a small paragraph that explains a little bit about the cache. Then there is the "Long Description". This is where you put the meat of the cache. You can explain a little history about the area or something significant about the cache. Once your done with this description then right after it is where you can put your HTML code. I put a special code on my cache pages that will link you to the Northeastern PA Geocachers (NEPAG) site since I am a member there. Then I put another code that will take you from my cache page directly to... GUESS WHERE? You got it; it takes you right to CACHECRAZY.COM. YEAH!!!! This way you can check us out right from the cache page. That's all thanks to Bloodhounded for his help with this one. 





 






Short Description:




Location information, terrain and general difficulty levels, altitude, etc. Please limit your text to 500 characters.


Long Description:




Details about the cache, including contents of the cache, what the container looks like, etc. You can be as brief or as detailed as you like.



Then you can place any hints or spoilers in the next box. I like giving a little hint, but I try not to give spoilers if possible. The last box where you can actually type something is for any notes that you want to pass on to the Reviewer, but you may not necessarily want them passed on to the general public. An example may be that even though your hiding the cache in a cemetery it is no where near any headstones. This is just a way to get a point across to the reviewer so they don't hold up the publishing of your cache. 




Hints/Spoiler Info:




Enter any hints or spoiler information above. This information will be encrypted on the site until a geocacher clicks on a link to unencrypt it, or decodes on the trail. Text within brackets [like this] will not be encrypted. Please keep your hints short, so decoding it on the trail is easier. If you don't have a hint, leave it blank.



Note to Reviewer:




In order to expedite your new cache publishing, please provide any details for the cache listing that would be helpful to the cache reviewer. The reviewer will delete this note before publishing your listing.



The next two check boxes are ones you don't want to forget. They basically cover the Guidelines and Terms and Conditions for GC.com.  When your ready if these are not checked your cache won't happen. The last thing you need to do is hit the "Report New Listing" button. This will finish up the cache page and assign it it's own GC.com code. Don't worry, no one will be able to see it until it is published.



  
  



Now if you did not check the "Enable Cache Listing" it will not be published. It will save everything you have entered, give it a GC.code, and then place it in your Unpublished/Disabled cache listings. So I now have 6, yes 6, caches waiting in the hopper for publishing when I am ready. And remember, the cache listing will stay unpublished until you are ready to publish it. 


You can also make up a bogus, or fake if you will, cache that you place all of your Geocoins into. This way nothing happens to them. They stay in the cache listing and they do not get lost. I did this for a while, but I really wanted my coins to get the word out so I sent them on with specific missions. Hopefully they will return someday.  


Well that is how I did it. There are many more features you can play around with, but I'll save those for another day. If you have any questions please feel free to contact me. The Dalton Sub Headquarters of Cachecrazy.com is always open, and so is my email. 

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