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I would like to welcome back a great geocacher, repeat guest blogger and friend, smithie23 aka Dave. He always has such an interesting view on things and we are happy to be able to feature his work here at CacheCrazy.Com. He last posted on March 26th with "Working Hard or Hardly Working" and now he shares his deepest geocaching secret, he is an FTF Hound! I would have never guessed, lol. Enjoy!


Back in September 2009 I was new to Geocaching. It had been less than two months since I logged my first cache, and I was learning the ropes, in regards to receiving mobile and e-mail notifications on things such as new caches, caches found, etc. I would read countless articles, on the Groundspeak forums, about cachers and their adventures. Some were claiming a milestone FTF (maybe 50, 100 or even more) while others had multiple FTF’s in one day. I didn’t think much of it. Big deal, you were first.

One Friday night, I received a text alert. The Enjoy, Enjoy Northeast Pennsylvania series had been published. For those unfamiliar with the series, NEPAG published a themed series of caches in honor of Manny Gordon, who recently passed away. There was to be a cache placed in each county as a tribute. It’s a great series, and I recommend checking it out. Anyways, I saw the Luzerne County cache was placed in the Nescopeck State Park, a 20 minute drive from home. I decided to head out the next morning and try for the FTF.

The hike to the cache was not unlike others I had made, but as I approached GZ, say in the last 1500 feet or so, a different sense of excitement started to kick in. Maybe the FTF Hounds on the Groundspeak forums are right. Maybe there is something to being first. I found the cache after a little bit of searching, as I was only using my HTC smart phone at the time- it wouldn’t be until shortly after I found this one that my Delorme PN-40 arrived. There was only one thing left after actually finding the cache. Had anyone logged the cache prior to me? To my delight, there it was, an empty logsheet! FTF success!

Photo by Stellascapes
Since then, I’ve logged twelve more FTF’s. Most I’ve acquired by luck. I’ve been in the right place at the right time. I’ve only had one or two where I said to myself “No one has found this one yet?” I can credit a lot of that luck to having a job which has liberal policies regarding work hours and lunchtime. I can also take several different routes to work, which allows me to cover more ground.

I primarily cache Pennsylvania and New Jersey. The NEPA FTF hounds and the Sussex County FTF Hounds each have their own redeeming qualities. A lot of the newly published caches in NEPA are found AND logged before one can even say “Honey, I have to run to the store quick.” The new caches in New Jersey can go either way. Some could sit for two to three days before being found. Others are found quickly, but logged a day, or even two, after the fact.

Photo by Stellarscapes
My favorite FTF, to date, is GC2BT8Y- I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU! This was a group FTF, and was quite the adventure.

In any event, I find an added excitement to the game, when hunting down an FTF. Not that I’ve done it before, but I would imagine it’s a similar feeling to powercaching. Not only are you trying to make the find, but you get that feeling your back is against the wall, that you’re trying to beat the clock.

"If you ain't first, you're last!"
All things considered, and almost two years later, here is my take on the FTF debate:                                

• Geocaching is what you make of it. There are many, many different aspects to it, and most, if not all, are very subjective. The FTF hunt is no different.

• There are caches out there with thousands of logs-but someone had to have the first one.

• Want to meet a fellow geocacher? Hunt down an FTF. On several of my FTF’s I met up with a fellow cacher, either going to or coming from the cache site, or stumbled upon him/her while on the hunt. (BTW, always offer to share in the FTF, especially if you’re about to make the find. The other guy will appreciate it. Remember, no one really keeps track of this stuff.)

• Wanting to claim every FTF is a major sign of being obsessed with Geocaching. Seek help immediately, or just go find the cache.

Photo by Shoob & Sheeb

Sounds to me like smithie23 is CACHE CRAZY!
Photo by Shoob & Sheeb
Thanks for sharing an aspect of the game that many of us consider a treat but few of us actually set out to "get it"! Well, maybe more of us than we would like to admit. Are you an FTF HOUND?

SPECIAL BULLETIN: 7/8/2011 -10:52PM EST ~ On July 4th a miracle took place! Dave became a DAD when his daughter, Kenleigh Rebecca, came into the world. She weighed in at 6lbs. 14oz. and was 19.25" long.  He told me by email just minutes ago that, "Mom and baby are home, and doing quite well!" 
From the whole CacheCrazy. Com family, Congratulations!

The first time Beth from TheDunsilFamily wrote for CacheCrazy.Com was April 2, 2011. This brought many great comments and was just great work to read. Now she's back at it again and this time she is leading the way with a group of scouts who have never Geocached before. Join me in welcoming Beth back and enjoy her inspiring story of scouts, geocaching and how the two finally came together one day.

As Kevin (aka Bloodhounded) can surely tell you, another cache-loving leader (Percy) and I have been busting our asses trying to arrange a geocaching demonstration and hunt for our cub scout pack (Pack 193 based in Swoyersville, Holla!) for months.  Our first failed endeavor was a Venturing (a branch of scouting aimed at 14-21 year old boys and girls) weekend that the BSA (Boy Scouts of America) was holding at Camp Acahela the weekend of May 5th.  They had tons of really cool activities lined up, one of which was termed “GPS Games”.  That was their first mistake.  Those who are completely unfamiliar with geocaching would never associate this awesome and rewarding activity with a title like “GPS Games”!  Not one person who participated in the weekend’s events signed up for our portion of the festivities.  It was a monumental blow to my spirit, not to mention my ego.  How could these kids NOT see a treasure hunt as, at the very least, an exciting adventure?!?!  I think a lot of the problem was the wording of it.  I’m sure if they called it “geocaching”, at least some people would have been interested.

After picking up the pieces of my shattered heart, I got back up on the horse and soldiered on, working with my fellow leader, Percy, once again.  We were determined to get these kids interested in the sport we both love so much.  The two of us brainstormed ideas and tried to work out a feasible game plan for the boys.  Mind you, these kids range in age from 5 to 12, so we had to be sure that we could captivate them with the adventure of the hunt and the beauty of the outdoors, while keeping in mind that most of them have little legs and short attention spans.  After weeks of bouncing ideas off of each other and countless e-mails and phone calls back and forth, we finally settled upon Frances Slocum.  The park is close enough to where everyone lives, affords the opportunity to find multiple caches in one trip, and as an added bonus, I had already found all of what is hidden there.  It was the perfect location!  We ironed out the details with a den father (Matt) who was organizing the hiking part of the day, and I drew up a plan of attack based on the trails he chose.  We (boldly, I might add) decided upon Memorial Day weekend (the 29th specifically) as the big day (or “G-Day as I now refer to it).  As if interest wasn’t hard enough to capture, we had the unofficial start of summer to compete with.  With family BBQ’s and traveling, we had our work cut out for us.

I got the ball rolling with a brilliantly worded e-mail elaborating the wondrous adventure that was in store for those who decided to forgo the monotony of potato salad and burnt hot dogs in favor of joining us for the hunt.  As an added incentive, the park was holding a family scavenger hunt on the same day at 4:00.  Wouldn’t it be fun to do two treasure hunts in one day?!  We scheduled our hike for 1:00 to allow enough time to accomplish both.  It was like taking candy from a baby.  Who could refuse?  Despite my delusions of grandeur, I still had some doubts that we would have as profound a turnout as I thought was warranted.  But sure enough, within the week after I sent the e-mail, we had a surprising amount of parents responding that, despite the holiday weekend, they were indeed coming! 

After getting a rough idea of the number of people attending, I got to work, busily printing out all of the cache pages for the 5 caches we were going to attempt, a park map detailing where they were, and formulating what I was going to say in my explanation of the sport.  The day was getting closer, and I was 100% prepared.  This was going to go off like gangbusters!

Sunday had arrived and I packed up my manila envelope full of neatly stapled cache pages and maps, along with all my geo-gear, and headed off to the park.  For once in my life, I was early.  This was my shining moment.  I was going to rope these kids (and even some parents!) in with my exuberantly descriptive stories of how fun and exciting this was.  The places you will go!  The breathtaking scenery you will encounter!  The unexpectedly cool swag you can find!  They’ll never be the same again. 
We all met at the park office and followed Percy to where we would park to start our hike at around 1:20.  13 kids and 7 adults ended up making it.  After getting settled and together, Matt spelled out some safety rules and Percy elaborated the finer points of “Leave No Trace” to the group.  Then it was my turn.  Everyone was gathered around a small picnic table, eagerness glinting in their eyes.  I quickly explained what geocaching was exactly (most of the group had never heard of it) and gave them a few of the rules.  I had made sure to include a brief description of it in my previous e-mail, and asked them to bring some swag in case they found something they wanted to take from the cache.  Everyone had brought their own little bag of trade items!  After the formality of it all, we were off on our hike.  I was overflowing with anticipation of how they would react when they made their very first find.  THAT was what I was looking forward to the most.  The looks on their faces.  The pride in their voices.  I know that feeling all too well, and I positively could not wait to see it come to fruition on the faces of these boys. 

Our first cache, oddly enough, was “Frances Slocum Rocks”.  MY first find.  My previous blog post detailed the experience I had finding this cache, and it was only fitting that I introduced this to the scouts as THEIR first.  The trail from the parking area to GZ was short enough that they didn’t have to wait a terribly long time to get started.  I did this intentionally, so as to get them hooked from the beginning.  To make the longer hike ahead worth it, knowing what they were striving for.  Those who had GPS devices followed their coordinates, and the others just tagged along, waiting for instruction.  Once we got close, the boys took off with a start, scouring every inch of the small area where their GPS said the cache was located.  I stood there like a proud momma, tears welling up in my eyes, as these kids searched with fierce determination, for a mysterious box.  There were no video games, no TV, no cell phones… Just nature and adventure at its purest.  And they were actually ENJOYING themselves. 

After looking for about 20 minutes, these newbie cachers came up empty.  Percy and I tried to give them some easier clues to follow (after Percy had discovered the cache himself, since I had completely forgotten where it was after the year that had passed since I first found it) and they uncovered their first cache!  These boys, of varying size and age, descended upon the container like geo-vultures, crowding around and knocking each other over to find out what was inside this elusive tube.  I cracked it open and there was a hush in the crowd as they all waited to see its contents.  Their eyes were wide with wonder as I took everything out and showed it around.  There was nothing special in there… some pencils, small toys, and boy scout patches… but the boys all traded something and signed their names to the log like it was the Declaration of Independence.  I signed it “Scouts of Pack 193”. 

After replacing the cache, we continued hiking to the historic rock shelter for a small history lesson.  On the way, I could hear them excitedly discussing how cool it was to find the previous cache and how they were going to be doing this more often, now that they know what it’s all about.  I beamed with pride as I thought to myself, “Right there is exactly why I did this.”  I knew if they gave it a chance, they would love it.  As frustrating as it was trying to get people interested, it was all worth it to see the sense of accomplishment on those boys faces.  The absolute pure joy of hunting for, and finding what you set out to. 

In a time where kids find fun and happiness more often in Xbox games and Facebook than nature and sports, it was refreshing and rewarding for me to be able to give them this.  As a direct result of “G-Day”, most of the scouts and their families who were there, have started their very own accounts and have been actively geocaching.  My heart wells up with pride and I smile when I think that I had a little something to do with that.

Until next time, Cache On!

A note from Bloodhounded: Guest Blogger this weekend features Brian "Big B" Sullin from Team Blueball. This post is special because Big B is none other than ol'Bloodhoundeds son! So in the spirit of Father's Day, being able to post my son's guest blog is the best Father's Day Present EVER! Big B was the guy who turned me onto Geocacheing and for that I am forever grateful! Enjoy as he takes you to one of the best geocaches in NEPA!

Before I get into all of that, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Brian "Big-B" Sullin and I am a founding member of Team Blueball in NEPA. Yes, you read the name correctly, Kevin of Bloodhounded is my pops and I am proud to say a few short years ago I had the pleasure of introducing him to this great sport we have all come to love (or be insanely obsessed with). Blueball has been on the caching trail for quite some time now and the members seem to be a revolving door, but like anything else in life, change is inevitable. At the present time Blueball consists primarily of myself, my girlfriend Mara, our 2 Boxers Laila and Bishop, A great friend and also founding member Mark and another buddy Dave. Its great to meet you all and be able to share our experiences on the trail and I look forward to meeting some of you in the future.

N 40 56.745 W 75 41.508.........And what an adventure it was.

NOW.......onto the Cache. It was a Sunday morning early June, and if you recall we had a heat spell of temps in the 90's for a few days. What a break today was, mid 70's low humidity, not a cloud in sight. You could see for days it seemed like. The other members of Blueball were slowly piecing their lives together after a night of slight over-indulgence but not this way no how. This Sunday has been on my radar since the 7 day forecast came out a week ago, and if us cachers know one thing....its the weather forecast is always accurate. HAHAHAHAHA. It played into my favor today.

We decided we wanted to venture out towards Hickory Run then make the swing into Jim Thorpe, so we our coords in order and saddled up. Cache number one on the list was a little bad boy by the name of "Where The River Bends" a short 3 mile rounder multi. No big deal right. Right?!?!?!

We find ourselves approaching some state game land parking and see a nice open gravel path, way better than the high grass I like to call Tick Land. Punch in the coords for stage 1 and set off. "Alright Alright" I think to myself, a nice easy hike on some gravel relatively flat, man my hungover friends must love me for this one....Well, here we are, ground zero for stage one and a little search ensues. No more than 2 minutes and we hear the signature "GEOOOOOOOOO" Nice!!!! Here my friends is when the story starts.

Punch in coords for part 2 and see just about a half mile to go. With a clue reminding us to stay on the trail, okay sounds fair. Well, not using our geosenses we completely miss the correct trail and stay on the main one. Yes we noticed the distance was going up but for some reason we thought it would loop around and take us dead on like a freight train. How wrong were we you ask? Very. What should have been an easy in/easy out turned into some of the deepest forest I've been in. EVER. The trail we took winded us through woodlands both thick and open for what seemed like years. We had multiple encounters with snakes, some of which were 4+ feet in length. Now to me that's not a snake, that's a dragon. One Copperhead, wonderful. Best yet, a ton and I mean ton of Fresh bear crap. It almost seemed as if we were on a hunting trail that coyote and bear use frequently. Okay let me re-phrase that. We WERE on a hunting trail that coyote and bear use frequently. What are we doing we say out loud and laugh just to make each other feel better about the situation. Mara is terrified, Dave is willing to trudge forward but albeit reluctant and me, well I'm disappointed in myself because like a Mack truck it all just hit me. We just walked a total of 5.5 miles in when all we had to do was make a right down the correct trail. The ultimate DOHHHHHHHHHHHH moment. They saw the light bulb come on, hell, Stevie Wonder prob could have seen that light bulb come on.

We navigated back, got on track, finally saw the gps get down to 500,400,200,100 feet to destination. Then there it was, a break in the trees. Wow. It was like all of the hiking, sweating, snakes, bears never even existed. I've been to a lot of great overlooks and lookouts in NEPA and The Virginia's, but this, this was the Creme de la Creme. I don’t know if it was because the risk for reward level was through the roof at this point or just because I feel as if I was halfway to the gates of Heaven. Cache secured, log signed a few laughs and a good breather later we were in the cache mobile. Needless to say, the list of 5 caches magically shrunk itself into a list of one. Where The River Bends.......

"One man’s wilderness is another man’s theme park......Cache on friends"

Your fellow Cacher and friend,

Brian "Big B" Sullin

Well, there you have it. Another geocaching adventure that takes you to CacheCrazy.Com Cache of The Month for October, 2010 ~ Where The River Bends!Check it out, I was able to interview the CO's and these folks are great! Big B and his team seemed to take the loooooooong way buy hey, that's what geocaching is all about. If it were an exact science, it wouldn't be as much fun!

Thanks Big B for the awesome guest post and Happy Father's Day weekend to all Dad's everywhere in the world!

SATURDAY, Finally! I wasn't sure it was coming....what a week!
Back in November of 2010 when I ran this crazy site by myself (what the hell was I thinking) I use to do a "Cache Of The Month" series. Dodger's, "Cache of the Day" took the award with flying colors and the only thing better than his cache was his interview! I thought I would share this with everyone to enjoy. So, have a great weekend and enjoy some geocaching! Then come and tell us all about it at CacheCrazy.Com

The Cache Of The Month
November 2010
A Cache By: Dodger Lizard Crew    Placed: 7/17/2010

Congratulations to Dodger Lizard Crew and their geocache Cache Of The Day selected as the cache of the month at CacheCrazy for Novenber 2010! Bloodhounded contacted Dodger from the Dodger Lizard Crew (or DLC for short) and asked him some questions about their cache and their team. He was willing to participate and here is the dialog.

Q: Congratulations on your Cache of the Month award! Can you tell us a little bit about yourself and your caching team?

A: We are the team of ‘Dodger Lizard Crew’ and are based at the Francis E. Walter Dam in Luzerne and Carbon Counties. Our team consists of Mom, Dad, and our two daughters. We’ve been enjoying this game for just about one year now and have met a lot of great folks. We’ll cache anywhere the wind blows us, but we particularly enjoy clever multis, smart hides, and pleasant hikes. We occasionally leave signature items in caches that we find and most of the time stamp logbooks with our ‘DLC’ logo and crest. Let me tell you, man, everybody should get a custom stamper. Ours is real big and obnoxious. You’ll definitely know we were there!

Q: What was your original thoughts when you placed this cache and why did you select the location?

A: Who doesn’t like a good fishing story? We had one in mind and wanted to reenact it in the form of a multicache. The whole thing is about the old fisherman’s funny saga and has him acting as your guide throughout the entire adventure. The story wanders a bit, as does the cache. It’s all supposed to go hand-in-hand. And we weren’t giving anything away by disclosing the number of stages. That’s the fun of a good tall tale – you never now how or when it’s going to end! To pull all this off, we obviously needed a body of water. Brady’s Lake was ideal. It’s one of my favorite places and there aren’t that many caches around the lake itself.

Plus, all that aside, I’m a skilled fisherman myself. I catch monster fish all the time. Of course, that’s only when nobody else is around to witness it. Get my drift?

 Q: What kind of reactions are you getting from the logs? Tell us one and who it’s from.

A: Seems like folk are really digging it. I’ll quote several…

“Much of the fun was in the fact that you never knew when it would end.” – catolee

“A great fun multi, all your coords were spot on, hides were fun yet not impossible, couldn’t have asked for a nicer surprise to our day.” – catolee

“This was a great Multi-Cache.” – eaubes

“Thanks for a nice tour of the lake, the story and the cache!” – The K-Team

…and finally…

“100th find & made me work for it !! First I started 2nd stage wrong side of lake and later found out I was within a few FEET of a later stage. (thought it was a trick-location) Was not going to let cache get away!! BUT talking about a fish story, you should have seen the size of the MUSKY, I saw while Shad fishing last year! But that is another story. Anyway logged 6.08 miles/gps. THANKS… L - geocoin, Light our way (lighthouse) OCQ4HV & a few fishing jigs (location perfect) T - camo handkerchief” – poconolocal

Q: So now that you own this awesome cache, what can we look forward to in the future? Any plans for another hide?

A: Geez, I guess I’m going to sound like the front man in a band or something that just recorded a new album., but here goes…

(Wearing sunglasses, smoking a cigarette, talking with British accent…) After a couple of hides, I felt that we were on the right track with putting out some cool stuff. Still, none of them really captured what we were after. ‘Cache of the Day’ does. Now that it’s out there and we feel satisfied and we’re getting a lot of good reaction, we can relax a little bit and take it all in. In the future, we’re hoping to put together some more ‘story caches’ and maybe throw in a few devious hides this time, too. Really, we couldn’t do it without our fans. They’re the greatest in the world. Thank you all!
Here is our log from when Team Bloodhounded went on this geocaching masterpiece;
July 25, 2010 by Bloodhounded (175 found)What a perfect day for caching! The rain stopped and the temperatures dropped to a very comfortable range. The sun shined on this awesome lake and it looked like something right out of a magazine. We had a few stages under our belts and went right to work on this adventure. How clever you are DLC! Every stage got better and better and took us through a well rounded tour of the lake shore. We loved the field of milkweed that attracted all types of butterflies and the interesting remnants of yesterday’s ice industry. The hides were tricky yet not frustrating and the terrain was enjoyable. We hung around awhile at the final and enjoyed the sights while we went through the plentiful swag. Wow, that baby is packed! Returned the cache to its hiding spot and reluctantly headed back to the car. I would have liked to spend the day here caching but there were only two to be had (maybe I’ll have to do something about that). In the end we loved the cache, the story and the extra effort put into this one by the CO! GREAT CACHE!  TFTC! Team Bloodhounded  

Awesome! Dodger thanks for the candid interview and the fun responses. That is a representation of this excellent cache, it’s fun! The story, the hides, the hike and the location makes this a cache a must do and one that I was fortunate to have done. It was so cool. It flowed well and had some surprises just like the real fish story but in the end you smile and say “that was a great cache” and that's why it’s our November Cache of the Month here at CacheCrazy. Fun, isn’t that why we all started this to begin with? Go have some with Cache of the Day!

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But names will never hurt me. 

Remember that? 
I do and I can assure you that if FamilyTeamB heard some of the names I called them on that Thursday afternoon when Dodger, DctrSpot, Boltzmann (the geodog) and I met to do FamilyTeamB's new cache, I may have made them cry. 

Join me as we look at this geocache from a first hand expanded log of sorts complete with pictures, an awesome interview with the cache owners complete with pictures, and a reflection on an afternoon that I wont soon forget. If that sounds like fun to you then let's get started.

Up Down & All Around (sticks and stones), GC2VAPV 

on by: FamilyTeamB


Paul, Nichole, Matt and Abby look like the all American family but don't let them fool you. They are evil schemers of wicked caches that have you looking for things you may have never seen before. Somewhere in Paul's garage is a secret laboratory of torturous contraptions that he and his family bring to the field and pass themselves off as a nice family of Geocachers, yeah, right! I'm on to them. They lure us out there in the middle of nowhere, dragging us through thickets and scrub oak, scraping skin on rocks, twisting ankles and climbing things that even as a child you probably wouldn't do! And you know what? 
                                                       We loved it!

DctrSpott and Dodger 

GC2VAPB, Up Down & All Around (sticks and stones) showed up on on 5/1/2011. The FTF (first to find) diehards were in pursuit but were met with some adverse conditions and stages that were not typical in terms of the “garden variety” geocache. The FTF was claimed by Cerberus1 on 5/6/2011 and with that said, the first favorite was awarded. I know Cerb and he's a pro! He doesn’t hand out those favorites easily. You have to earn them with thought, effort and a location that's cool. Since that time there have been six logged finds and 3 favorite cache awards! That's a great start for a geocache that has been hidden by a relatively new cache team, FamilyTeamB.

I had the good fortune to catch up to the CO's and asked them a few questions for our readers at CacheCrazy.Com.

Bloodhounded: Congratulations, either you guys have incredible skill or beginners luck (or a bit of both) you certainly have one hell of a cache out there!  It’s received nearly as many favorite points as it has finds! Can you tell us a little bit about your caching team and what your team goals or likes are?

FamilyTeamB: Maybe it’s a bit of both, but thanks!  Being new, we didn’t want people to think that we were going to put out a typical cache, we wanted people to complete our cache and say, hey I really enjoyed that!  We want them to know that we are going to try to use some form of originality in our caches.  Going into our first cache we didn’t expect to receive favorites points so quickly and then to receive them from such experienced cachers is an honor.  We really appreciate that.  Our team consists of myself (Nichole), my husband Paul, and our two children, Matt and Abby and occasionally my brother Josh tags along, and props to him for helping us place our first multi.   What we enjoy about caching is that we can spend family time together doing all of the good things like, seeing and learning about new places, exercising body and mind, and what’s better than finding a treasure at the end.  We love it!

Bloodhounded: What were your original thoughts when you placed this cache and why did you select the location?

Matt and Abby taunting you to find it, great kids!
FamilyTeamB:  When we planned to do this cache, we knew that originality was going to be our main goal.    We wanted to include the whole family and put some hard work into it.   We chose the location because we loved our time spent searching for Windmill Hunting in the Barrens by Dctr Spott and we thought, ya know, there are some unique hiding spots in the area not to mention, the place is beautiful and some of the views are amazing.

In order to get a view like this, you have to first climb the mountain but let me tell you, it's worth it!

Bloodhounded: What kind of reactions are you getting from the logs?

FamilyTeamB:  The reactions are great!  People seem to be having fun and that was our goal coming into this . We decided early on that we wanted people not to feel frustrated with a DNF after their search, but to come home and log a satisfying smiley.

Bloodhounded: So now that you own this awesome cache, what can we look forward to in the future? Any plans for another hide?

FamilyTeamB:  We have a small multi called, A Walk in the Park.  This one is really cute and kind of aimed toward the kids.  Our next cache will be more difficult than Up Down & All Around.  We already have a few ideas planned out but we want to take our time with it so that it will be a good quality cache.

The good doctor and I discussing infinity and beyond 
Bloodhounded:  As a relatively new player in our sport, what are your first impressions of the game and your thoughts on the future of quality geocaching?

FamilyTeamB: What I love about this game is that really anyone can play.  For the kids it’s like a treasure hunt, for adults it’s a gratifying   journey.  For us it is mainly time well spent together as a family.  My hope is that people keep putting out hides that bring some adventure and uniqueness to the game.  We will contribute to these qualities as long as we are playing the game and we have confidence that others will do the same for many years to come.

Nice folks don't you think? Now, let me tell you the story they are not telling you.

I can tell you from firsthand experience that the cache is tough and tricky at times. The terrain is rough and you had better leave the shorts, flip-flops and t-shirt at home or you’re in for a bad time (don't let the pictures of Matt and Abby fool you, they want you to wear shorts, t-shirts and flip-flops, evil, evil I tell you). Also, be prepared to use your geosenses and think outside the box. I can’t tell too much for the fear of being a spoiler but I will say that I have seen some stage cache sets here that I have not ever seen before. The hike isn't bad, the cache flows nicely and some of the views are awesome!

Don't let this nice path fool you
The area where the cache is placed is now a plethora of quality caches. You could easily spend a day here and hike around grabbing caches along the way.

Boltzmann, DctrSpott's geodog
If you are able to get all five caches in one day that would be quite an accomplishment indeed. We were so into the cache that we didn't even talk about the blog much. It showed me that we still have our priorities in order, lol!

Hey, why not grab your gear, some friends and/or family (don’t forget your furry best friend) and make sure you have a lot of time and prepare yourself for a caching adventure of a lifetime!

Cache safe! 


Some of you may have already met our guest blogger but if you haven't, you're in for a real treat. Meet Shaggy from the cache "Giants Despair". Yes, it's Shaggy himself so without further adieu , meet the man at the cache. Enjoy!

Wow, like man this is a real honor being a guest blogger on CacheCrazy.Com. I've bee a fan since it started in 2009 and here I am today, a guest blogger, like far out! I haven't been this excited since I was at the all you can eat, super mega buffet. That was a great week!

Anyway, My name is Shaggy and I'm the guy attached to the cache at Giants Despair, GC28ZCH. Bloodhounded put me out in May of 2010 and I have been here ever since. Before that I was just another play thing but today I have a real job man.While hanging out here at ground zero I have a lot to do man. Like I really work up an appetite hiding the cache from mugglers. They are like everywhere man and they want to take me so I can't stress enough, if you find me, please hide me, man! HIDE ME GOOD!!!!!!
Just hanging out man, come find me
Bloodhounded made me a bit unique. He has the log in a bison tube that I hold for you and then a Velcro patch on my back attaches me to the cache container which is filled with all kinds of goodies. He was cool and let me wear my favorite shirt man, like I haven't changed it since so like don't mind the scuffs and scratches. I wasn't always a funky monkey, I use to be shinny and new man, like check out my start up photo dude. I was all sparkling clean but, 365 salami and swiss on a submarine roll with mustard later, well like I'm slip sliding away man, but nothing old Bloodhounded couldn't fix. He came out the other day and cleaned me all up, filled me up with cool swag and asked me to do this guest blog. Like thanks man!

Shaggy Night Caching
So, come out and see me anytime day or night (this is a great night cache). I hope you're not afraid of giants man, because like I'm the giant and you have to fine me and reunite me with the gang. Then complete the Scooby - Doo Where Are You series. 48 geocachers have already been here man and let me tell you, some of them were like real scary man but everyone was cool and for the most part took care of me. I'm still here right man? I like getting visitors and if you bring me a triple decker peanut butter and jelly with banana sandwich, like that would be groooooooooooovy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   

Like I'll catch you later man and remember, keep on caching man! Keep on caching!

Welcome back Dan the Woodsman from
Project: Explore New York
I asked Dan if we could post this short article at our site and he gladly offered. Enjoy a geocaching adventure from a new friend of CacheCrazy.Com who enjoys the outdoors as much as we do!

 I manged to get some geocaching in at Clark's Reservation State Park, yesterday. It was a beautiful day! My day started off searching for GC6AA4, but I had to walk away with a DNF (Did Not Find, for those of you not in the know). It was my second DNF in a row, but thanks to Bloodhounded over at, I know thats not all a bad thing (check out the article Can you log those DNF's? PLEASE).

Thankfully that cache was followed by three solid FINDS!
Yes, that is my new GPS ;-) It's a Magellan Explorist GC...expect a review by Monday! I also ran into a little forest friend.
For those of you who know me, you know I HATE snakes. HATE HATE HATE. But I took some quick shots anyway. I almost stepped on the poor guy, and when he moved I screamed like a girl and ran back down the trail to collect myself. Hey...even the Woodsman isn't fearless!

Thanks Dan! Great job and keep on caching my friend! Have a great weekend!

Welcome to another guest blog segment on CacheCrazy.Com. Today I would like to introduce a new friend and blogger peer, Dan The Woodsman, the creator and editor of PROJECT: Explore New York. Please welcome him, enjoy his story and check out his work.

It’s never good to be lost in the woods. Unless you’re with Dan The Woodsman, in which case its perfectly fine!

Hello, my name is Daniel Campbell. I am a nature and wildlife photographer and owner of the blog Project: Explore New York! I have always been an outdoor enthusiast, I can remember when I was a young boy and exploring, and then building all sorts of forts in the woods behind my home. Over the most recent winter I was stuck in one of those “I am not good at anything” ruts and I searched for my calling. Then I went ice fishing. I searched some more and then went snow shoeing. More searching followed, and then the light bulb went off – I know about the great outdoors! And POOF! Project: Explore New York! was born.

If you love than you’ll enjoy Project: Explore New York! because I too am a geocacher, albeit a new one (I believe I have 6 finds under my belt). Regardless, I love to share my geocaching adventures. My blog goes beyond geocaching as I also take you to the great state forests, parks, and backwoods trails all over the state. Areas frequently visited include Green Lakes State Park, Highland Forest, and the Adirondack Park – the largest park, the largest state-level park, and the largest national historic landmark, in the country.

Not only will you see short write ups and guides to these areas, but from time to time I also bring out my video camera so you can actually SEE the trail that I talk about. I share information about hiking, specifically light weight hiking, and camping. I talk about gear, food, safety, reviews, hints, tips, and tricks...with the occasional unique New York location mixed in for flavor!

My blog is also an avenue for me to share my photography with others. I am by no means a professional but my photos will show you nature from a unique prespective, an angle you have never seen before.

So join me, Dan The Woodsman at Project: Explore New York! and let’s go get lost in the woods.

Dan "The Woodsman" Campbell

Project: Explore New York!

Lost In the Woods Photography

All photographs and video by Dan The Woodsman and are copy right protected. Please contact Dan for details of permission for use of material. 

Join me for a special treat and a great story as told by Jeff from nucci6. He shares with us an interesting adventure and a twist that still has question marks all over it.

The Mystery of the Speckled Hen
 A summer vacation story from the 2010

Part 1: In the Middle

"Dead zone.... nothing but a giant dead zone" I mumbled under my breath as my friend Tom hurled us at a mile a minute towards our destination, a small park in a small town plopped almost in the middle of nowhere. Certainly a wireless dead zone. Neither of us had bothered to preload our GPS units with the coordinates of our destination. Tom forgot to press save, I relied too much on technology. In the dead zone, there was no way were getting the coordinates over the air. We were going to have to rely on Tom's memory and geo-senses, having found dozens of geocaches like this in the past.

Having located this particular cache before, Tom recognized the park but not GZ, ground zero, the holy grail of any cache hunt. I eyed up the park gazebo, the usual suspect for these little park caches. There would be no such luck as neither the construction or the landscaping gave any cues. I wandered about with the Pre held high in the air desperately looking for signal while Tom wandered about with his GPS. No signal, no coordinates, not even a description of what we were looking for. Oh to have had pencil and paper and have written this all down when we were back in the so-called civilized world of too much technology.

A couple of teenagers and the park groundskeeper were about. I wandered over to a bench surrounding a tree thinking it was a likely cache hiding spot, having given up on 21st century technology in lieu of common sense. Imagine that. Not seeing any metal on the wooden bench, I wandered over to some nearby electrical equipment -- a likely place for any magnetic key holder to be hidden, the most likely cache type to be located in a park hide like this.

By now we attracted the attention of the groundskeeper who was looking for a break from the back and forth motions of his grass cutting. "You guys geocachers?", he shouted from atop his industrial mower. Busted. "You were a lot warmer over by that tree than over there" he smiled as he motioned towards the electrical boxes. Busted. At least now though I stood a chance of finding the cache, a high tech treasure hunt using low tech knowledge and a friendly municipal employee.

With the log signed and a new smiley on the map Tom and I set off for a local micro-brewery. Eschewing technology for an old-fashioned map we did our best to either get further lost or towards our destination, trying to correlate squiggles on the map to what road we were on, roads with no names and no proper signage, no sense of north or south. Why bother? The locals knew where they were. After a few false leads around the town square we were just about on the correct road. I was on the lookout for the highway signs. That's when I spotted it, a little square blue and white sign with a picture of a chicken on it, with the works 'The Speckled Hen' and an arrow imploring us to go in that direction.

Part 2: In the Beginning

"Chick-CAAAAAAAAAN" the kids shouted from the cramped back seat of my little blue coupe, putting an extra emphasis and drawing out the second syllable, "Chick-CAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!" "Don't worry, daddy!", they shouted in unison, "every time we see the sign we'll shout out Chick-CAAAAAAAANN!!!! and you'll know to make a turn!!". It was mid-August, 2006, and the kids and I were on vacation while my wife remained home as she unhappily lacked the vacation time to join us. She was furious and let me know at every turn. Going out on an adventure, even if it was just for dinner, was almost a means to an escape as we headed out of cell phone coverage. Being alone with the kids for a week I thought it would be a treat to try out 'all you can eat pasta night' at a restaurant that advertised heavily in the free newspaper. My only GPS was a primitive hand-held unit that lacked any mapping function other than to let us know we hadn't yet driven off a main road. I called ahead to get directions, was told 'it was complicated', and to just look for the blue signs guiding the way. Relying on paper maps in these pre-dashboard navigation GPS days I had not much else to go on to span the 14 or so miles we needed to cover until we got close to those blue signs I was beginning to wish I never mentioned.
Paper maps and two over-enthused children shouting "Chick-CAAAAAAAAN!!!" and how they were going to guide me to our destination. Paper maps, road signs, and dead reckoning. And kids in the back seat shouting "Chick-CAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!" every time they were going to see the blue and white road signs with the picture of a chicken and an arrow. My 'back seat GPS units'. "Chick-CAAAAAAAAAN!!!" the kids again shouted, reminding me over and over that whenever they see a sign they'll be SURE to let me know. We passed at least 3 Speckled Hen signs, none of which they saw, all the while reminding me of their plans to diminish whatever hearing I had left by shouting "Chick-CAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!". They never once did either see ANY sign or call out a proper direction change. But by now had my ears ringing with the sound of "Chick-CAAAAAAN!!".

Tossing the maps aside and relying on the blue and white signs, back seat GPS notwithstanding, we managed to get onto a narrow and winding dirt road more akin to Children of the Corn than what I thought to be a popular place based on its heavy advertising.Certainly there would be a large crowd on all you can eat night. We pulled up alongside an old renovated farmhouse with a giant sign with a picture of a chicken on it, located next to a field with some old trucks and smokey and smelly trash fire burning. "Chick-CAAAAAAAAAAAAN" the back seat finally clucked properly, this time on target but too late to be useful. If I had relied on them we'd probably have been in Canada by now, still clucking. We had arrived at the pinnacle of our journey, something we were talking about all week, The Speckled Hen and its all you can eat pasta night. Counting the three derelict trucks, there were 4 vehicles there, including us, in the middle of God's country, at a small renovated farm house calling itself The Speckled Hen, along with a smokey stinky fire and a farm yard full of animals.

Inside I could hear spaghetti sauce bubbling on a stove and a local radio station softly playing. I felt more like I was inside someones house than an actual working restaurant. We sat down at a table overlooking the trash fire, got some menus, and found out how complicated it was going to be to order all you can eat pasta. We chatted, our food came, and we enjoyed the atmosphere of dad and two kids enjoying a special time together. We had to. The food was... ...OK. Not the best experience, not the worst, certainly the sauce was just not to my liking. After the anticipation, the build-up, the excited trip, the all you can eat part was simply anti-climatic.

Post-dinner we were invited to go outside and see the animals, something which my son and daughter enjoyed more than the meal. My son took to the goats, petting a more tame one, even bestowing upon it a named he held in reverence, 'Bitsy Thomas', a name he modelled after Thomas the Tank Engine. My daughter was more into the chickens, running back to the kitchen to obtain stale bread to feed to the fowl. We stayed for what seemed like hours, a magic time in a magic place that made me forget that I probably just ate what I considered to be the worst spaghetti sauce of my life. Two bowls of it at that.

The evening was soon sadly over. Somehow we made it using pencil, navigating there by map and pencil and paper and road signs. Road signs they somehow never saw while excitedly telling me how they would inform me of their presence. The 'back seat GPS' was giving about as useful directions, it would turn out, as my main GPS unit would years later on a return trip. Full and tired we navigated back by memory, nobody interested in the slightest peep of "chicken..." Instead we all simply chatted about the future of Bitsy Thomas and the hens in the barnyard and that we'll visit again next year. A visit that never happened later that year. Or the next. Or the next.....

Part 3: The End

Summer 2010 marked when we'd finally make a return visit to the Speckled Hen. As far as summers go it was not the best. The weather was not cooperative combined with generous amounts of life happening. On a sunny Wednesday afternoon we made a late start for a day's worth of activities that was to be capped off with dinner at the Hen.

The first mistake was trusting the Mio GPS because the damned thing would have us drive off a cliff if it had calculated doing so would save us .07 seconds off the trip. As we drove deeper into God's country it soon had us driving off paved roads and anything resembling civilization and on dusty gravel roads, with no buildings or power poles visible anywhere. I got the feeling this wasn't going to end good. Sure enough it was soon announcing we had arrived at our destination, the middle of nowhere, and likely with no human beings around for miles. We continued on our way hoping to end up SOMEPLACE. The collection of back roads took us to nowhere in particular although we did stumble back upon human civilization, but only after we encountered a lone cow leisurely walking along the road. Not coming to the Speckled Hen we backtracked, going past the point we turned onto the one road, thinking maybe the GPS meant RIGHT instead of LEFT when it was busy barking out its orders. Our hunch proved correct and we soon came upon a familiar looking building that had a big sign, YES WE ARE OPEN. Everybody missed the smaller FOR SALE sign, the unkempt bushes, the weeds, and the wreck of a barn yard.

As we pulled into what was left of the parking area the look and feel was all wrong. It was closed, and a look inside the windows revealed an empty shell, a sad reminder of what once was but is now no more.

The Speckled Hen was gone.

We returned the way we came, looking for another place to eat. The kids openly wondered about their animal friends, former residents of the now overgrown barnyard which lay a silent testimonial to that magic evening of a few years earlier.

Later on I turned to 21st century technology to learn more. The Hen's web site was useless, still listing a menu, giving an e-mail address, and some old reviews, a ghost ship luring us to come visit its apparitions of summers past. Frustrated by limitations of the present I went to the past, using 19th century technology, the telephone, to find out what was going on. I dialed the number but it turns out it was disconnected.

I found the property listing on an on-line real estate site, offering us the Hen for a mere $65,000. With its matter of fact coldness the web page offered us no clues to the mystery, just square footage, number of bathrooms, and a few other facts and figures. The remains of the Hen were reduced to just numbers someone could crunch and plug into a spreadsheet, its soul stripped away and tossed upon the winds.

I wonder if we'll every know whatever happened to The Speckled Hen.


It's a unique opportunity to introduce to you Beth and her caching team TheDunsilFamily on CacheCrazy.Com. In this guest post she describes her impression of geocaching from a muggle perspective and how she came to learn the sport. If you are like me, it rekindled my own "first" experience and acquaintance to geocaching. Enjoy her smooth style of writing and her story.

Howdy fellow cachers!

I'm Beth, one of the four members of TheDunsilFamily. (and, as you will soon realize, quite the talker!) This also includes my husband, Joey, and my sons, Jacob (7) and Joey (affectionately known as JoJo - 4). Our caching adventures started last May, when my brother, Michael (NinjaJedi), the biggest nerd on the planet, came to visit us one weekend with his fiance, Sammi (Dolli Momma). It was a gorgeous day, and we had planned on going to Francis Slocum for a hike and picnic. He decided that while we did that, we may as well grab some caches while we were there. I, of course, had no idea what he was talking about. Our family had always been avid hikers and outdoorsy folk. But what was this "geocaching" nonsense he spoke of?

I recalled him mentioning something about going out in the woods with a GPS and finding hidden containers last year when he visited. At the time, I thought it was so lame. What a geektastic thing to do! He had taken our parents out, and my father loved it. He even went as far as purchasing a lock and lock container and some swag to eventually place his own cache. (which has yet to happen) I had absolutely no interest in rummaging through the forest, searching aimlessly for some random container full of junk. I loved hiking. I was afraid that having a goal - finding a cache - would take away from the reason I loved it. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the nature and my surroundings. I would be so focused on the hunt that I wouldn’t be able to step back, take a million photos, and just breathe in that fresh air.

Little brother insisted I at least give it a try. He promised I would love it. He went on to and printed out some caching maps (that I looked at like they were in a foreign language) and we were off on this “adventure” he dreamt up.

When we arrived at the park, the excitement factor was high. Mike and Sammi were pumped to introduce their favorite hobby to us (and have some new blood to hunt with them) and we were really curious to learn all about this, and hopefully love it as much as they did. I figured that anything I can do that involves hiking and the great outdoors couldn’t be less than awesome. Not to mention their promises of cool and interesting “treasures“. We started off on our journey, GPS and maps in hand, and an overwhelming sense of discovery looming. Of course, I had no idea what I was looking at when bro showed me the coordinates and the direction in which we had to walk to find the cache, so we just fell back and followed them. When we approached GZ, the two of them looked at each other, grinning ear to ear, and took off in a mad dash to find their “treasure”. Apparently, they are in an endless competition to see who can find more caches first.

The fam blindly looked around, under, inside, and through everything we could think of in the general vicinity, while Mike and Sammi were more precise, calculating direction and looking in the places they knew caches were hidden often. We, of course, didn’t have this advantage. When we’d looked for what seemed like an hour (but was probably only about 10 minutes), I got frustrated and gave up. This was not the exciting, enthralling “adventure” they promised me. In fact, it was quite annoying. I sat on a rock, rolling my eyes, mumbling under my breath about how I could be hiking and taking photos of beautiful scenery right about then… but instead, I was watching a bunch of lunatics lift rocks looking for some sort of elusive container of unknown origin.

Through the haze of my aggravation, I heard a giddily proud, “FOUND IT!!!” off in the distance. I looked up and saw everyone standing huddled over their finally found treasure. I hopped up and joined them, sifting through a large ammo box plum full of various trinkets. I was stunned! They actually found it! I can honestly say I don’t remember what was in it. The pure elation of actually discovering it (not personally, but witnessing the find), and the joy and grins on my boys faces is what is emblazoned in my memory. I realized in that moment that it wasn’t so much what was in the cache that mattered, but simply the process of finding it. The teamwork and laughs… the sense of accomplishment… the excitement and joy on my children’s faces. THOSE are the real treasures.

Until next time… love one another!



I would like you to meet our friend Dave from smithie23. I remember when Dave was on his first handfull of caches and now he has more finds than me. He is a great geocacher who hides as good as he finds and he's one hell of a writer too. So, go get that second cup of coffee and enjoy a special guest post.


I often hear the phrase “the world is our game board” used when describing geocaching. It’s one of the beautiful things about our game/sport. You can play this game anywhere in the world (as long as you have permission, of course)! As with other areas in life, we sometimes focus too much on what, and specifically WHERE, we are accustomed to. The end result is we often miss out on things which are around us, because we choose not to take the time to expand our minds and horizons.

I often travel, as my job dictates. I make regular trips to south Florida and Arizona. In my limited downtime on these business trips, I’ve been able to get some caching in. I’ve found caching away from home to be particularly rewarding. It satisfies on two levels: I love to see new things, and I love finding new caches. (I love seeing a new state pop up on my stats page, but that’s another blog for another time!)

Most of my long distance caching is done on foot. A day or two before the trip, I’ll scout out my destination for caches, and run a pocket query for that area, limiting caches to 100 or so, of lower-rated terrain. By checking out the maps, I will usually target a cache or two, close to where I’m staying and/or working. Time is of the essence on these trips, so I’m primarily limited to an hour or so, and almost always in the morning. My goal is not about the numbers, but for the find. I’ve found geocaching can provide a bit of a local flair. I’ve seen containers used in Florida which would never last in the harsh winters of Pennsylvania. Lingo tends to vary by area, judging by logs I’ve read.

When Kevin (Bloodhounded) asked me to guest blog on, this was one topic I had in mind. As the situation prevented itself, I had to travel to Scottsdale, Arizona for a few days. I was last in Scottsdale in the fall of 2009, and posted a DNF for one of the coolest cache sites I’ve seen to date.

Arizona Falls (GCGEZR) eluded me on that trip. I searched for a good 30 minutes, but my schedule did not allot me for any more time, and I had to give up. As disappointed as I was for not finding the cache, I was brought to a great location. Ground zero is located at what appears to be a water treatment facility. On the property, there are several waterfalls. Waterfalls in the desert! Forget for a moment about the fact they are man-made. Waterfalls in the desert! It was a memory I took back to NEPA with me.

I was determined to find Arizona Falls this time. Ground zero was about a ¾-mile walk from where I was staying. A cool Arizona morning greeted me, and I was determined to not walk away empty handed this time. I approached the area, and utilizing the hint, I headed straight to where I believed the cache was. One careful swipe of my left hand, and there it was! How did I possibly miss it the last time? It didn’t matter, I had found it. I signed the logbook (which had just been replaced in the days leading up to my visit) and took a few minutes to gaze at the waterfalls, as I had done about a year and a half ago.

Arizona Falls was a great example of a well-placed micro. There was nothing overly clever about the container, or where it was placed. There didn’t need to be. It brought me to a place I may have, otherwise, never seen. As a bonus, it’s now both my southernmost and westernmost found cache. Sweet!

Bill and Kathy from Over The Hill Gang

I would like to welcome Bill and Kathy from Over The Hill Gang to CacheCrazy.Com! These folks are well known in the caching communities of northeast Pennsylvania. As their story will tell, they have done it all and have a wonderful message for all of us. So, without any further ado, here's Kathy who authors this self reflection of her and Bill's geocaching team.
Thanks for your contribution,

Hello to all fellow geocachers!

My name is Kathy, the female half of Over_The_Hill_Gang. Bill and I started Geocaching four short years ago this month. Our first geocaches were found at Frances Slocum State Park. Unbeknownst to us at the time, we were being observed by a fellow cacher! He later told us at a CITO at Francis Walter Dam, that he knew we were newbies but he let us have our fun. Thanks Butcher63!

Things sure have changed in four years. When we started, we found quite a few ammo cans, TB’s and geocoins. We carried our own trade bag and had lots of fun trading items and reading the logbooks. Now we find mostly micros and Tupperware with logs only – no room to trade!

We have found them all – nanos, nanos in the woods, pill bottles, film canisters, bison tubes, decon containers, five gallon buckets and our favorites, UNIQUE containers.

Our Family Group Hunt GC1JEY6 KAPU
We have tried them all from 1/1 to 5/5. We would rather spend all day ( or all night! ) finding a twelve part mystery cache than finding fifty guardrail caches.
Geocaching is contagious, and we soon had our children and grandchildren, ages 3 – 13, hiking the trails with us. We also met our very good friends through this sport when we got an email from someone called pointme2, asking about a cache we had previously located! Someone asked our opinion. Wow, this was great!

We love to hike and explore and one day we decided to try a keoki_eme cache on Conservancy land in Mocanaqua. Well that did it, we were hooked, and we have found 34 of his 55 caches.

Family at Glen Lyon’s Jurassic Park ( THE ICE MINE )
It is not about the numbers for us, but the fun of locating them. It is about the challenge –the challenge of scouting the area, checking out the views and history, exploring the area, finding the cache, signing the log and then head home knowing that we DID IT! We really don’t like to ask for help and have been known to spend four hours looking for one stage of a multi. Yes, it was for a FTF and no we did not get it that day, but we did go back and complete it.

We placed our first cache in 2008 and now have thirty-four. A word to the wise, remember to do maintenance on your caches. Also, please log your DNF’s as that alerts the CO if the cache needs some TLC. We replace logs sheets on caches when we find them full and have occasionally replaced a broken container.

    Walker Hunter Family BIG BOULDER
  • Geocaching is a great “sport” because you can make it want you desire.

  • You are never too old.

  • Seek Caches while on your lunch hour.

  • Take the kids.

  • Take your four legged friends; they need the exercise as much as their owners.

  • Pack a snack, or a lunch.

  • Walk a tenth of a mile or walk ten miles, we have done them both.

  • Cache alone or with friends.

  • Attend an event.
But above all – HAVE FUN. You chose the time, place, and partners. Give it a try. We may meet you on the trail or at an event and we will be able to share our adventure stories!!

I would like to introduce you to an inspiring geocacher and friend, Shell from LoveMyGuinness. She has a team behind her of all guys. Her devoted husband and two great sons (and one on the way boy/girl/twins?). I will tell you she doesn't take any crap so be warned but, underneath she's a great mother, wife, committed to a healthy and happy lifestyle of self sustainment and oh, by the way, one hell of a geocacher too. Stop by her blog The Sterling Boys for a real treat of excellent writing featuring the "not so ordinary" days in her life. She's really great and her husband is a big fan of my cache hides so he's got to be cool too. Enjoy!

The Sport of Geocaching

***This post was written for the CacheCrazy.Com Geocaching Blog.***

Yes, I said sport, because if you're doing it correctly, it's real work. I do, very much, believe that there is a right way and a wrong way to Cache. I have an unfathomable love for the sport, but that love is not unconditional. I'm covering two very important aspects here that seem to be overlooked frequently. Cache Ownership & Placement and Tradeable Goodies.

This is an example of a regular run of the mill cache.
A logbook and some other random crap that no one wants to keep.

After hunting this dangerous thing, I cannot begin to explain how disappointed my kids were at the items inside. Guys, you can do better than this! Regular cache maintenance is a MUST. I wish more people cared about it. Geocache Ownership is NOT about numbers. It's about QUALITY. Who cares if you've placed 65 caches, if they all look like this crap? That's a waste.

What's even worse is when I pull up to a cache and this is what I see... Really? Are you that hard up for a fix that you would diminish the very essence of Geocaching just to place some container in this slum hole so you can find it while you shop? For real? Yum. Just what I want to do with my family on a day off. Sift through garbage to find more garbage. The contents of the cache at this site were atrocious. A broken keychain, an eraser and a parachuting santa toy from 1980.
Geocaching, ideally, should be about discovering new amazing places that you didn't know about or haven't explored yet. They should contain things that people want to trade. This is how I enjoy seeing my family cache. Notice there aren't garbage piles, furniture dumps or broken glass.

These are places that I want my family to see....
They were well chosen by their Cache Owners for their beauty...

How could you not want to Cache in an awe-inspiring place like this?
Or this?
These are places that I want my family to remember.
These are the memories I am building for my children.
These are the areas that we need to protect and cherish.
I consider myself a fairly responsible Cache Owner. While I only own four, they are each placed with loving care for a reason. They are places my family enjoys and that we'd like to share with others. When they were placed, they were stuffed to the gills with brand new goodies. You don't need to spend a fortune for Tradeable Items. $20 at the Dollar Store will make you look like a hero. Check up on your caches every few weeks to bulk up the goodies, because sadly, there are way too many people who don't use the honor system. Brand new l.e.d. flashlight for a business card? Sometimes people make me shake my head in complete confusion.
These were the first 6 caches that we ever assembled and you know what?
We emptied 2 of them and divided the extra goodies amongst the other containers.
Why? ...

Because THESE are the people that are finding your caches.
I keep my caches as I would like my children to find them.
Full of Awesomeness and Adventure.

Please. Don't ruin their memories.


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