Logs for FailedApparatus
14-Sep-15
I saw Mickey, took my picture at the castle and quickly made my way to the next cache. Thanks for the cache!
21-Oct-14
Sometime in the past year I decided I wanted to take a greyhound trip across the country both for sightseeing as well as caching. Most of the planned stops for the bus routes are long enough to find a cache, some you just have to hustle a bit to get to the caches and back before the bus leaves. This cache was NOT on a scheduled stop. While that made me a little sad, I had accepted it well before my trip began. I knew I would be riding past and couldn't do more than merely wave at one of the grail caches in the U.S.
During my Greyhound trip, I had already stopped and found a good number of caches during short stops as well as the longer meal breaks. A few of my bus drivers had taken notice. Once driver, Vicki, asked me what I was up to since at nearly every stop on her route I had exited the bus and made a beeline in the opposite direction of all the other passengers that were seeking restrooms, snacks and shelter. I tried to explain it lightly as I was just stretching my legs but she mentioned she had seen me looking in the bushes at the last stop and was curious as for what I was I was searching. Busted. So I explained geocaching in big picture form and how it was a hobby I had become engrossed in. I used some of the better caches I had found over the years as examples of what caching was and why I was sitting on derriere for 54+ hours riding across the country. She, as well as a few other passengers seemed high intrigued. I explained that in about 40 miles we would be passing the oldest (I omitted the word 'active') cache in the world. Insert one little white lie.
Immediately, I was bombarded with questions. I explained that I hoped to find it one day but wouldn't be able to this trip unless the bus stopped there. The driver quizzed me briefly as to where the cache was located and seemed curious when I explained that it was literally roadside and very easy to find. She then quipped that we didn't have any scheduled stops in that area and that it was against regulations for her to stop along the highway. I responded that it was actually at an exit but she remained quiet. Other passengers asked me more about caching and within 10-15 minutes the conversation died down again. I sat in silence watching my Google map track the bus' position down the highway. When we were within 5 miles of the legendary Mingo, I loaded up my caching app to watch us pass by as that was the best homage I could think of for the trip. Just as we approached the ramp for I snapped a (blurry) photo for the memory and was about to take a screen-cap of the map on my phone when the bus exited.
My first thought was how cruel was fate. So close yet so far away. I watched out the window like a child watching a candy store pass by looking off in the direction of the cache. Suddenly the bus rolled to a stop and the only sound I could hear was the blinking turn signal of the stopped bus. Excited and confused, the bus driver broke my stare with, "Let's see this thing." Baffled but not willing to waste a second, I bound down the steps of the bus through the slowly opening door and across the roadway. I must have looked like weary shopper trying to find their car in the sea of a mall parking lot on Black Friday as I looked frantically back and forth for the infamous hole. Spotting it, I raced to it as I tossed my hands up in victory! I quickly signed the log as I noticed the driver and two other passengers had exited the bus and were walking toward me. I spent the next 30 minutes explaining why the cache was merely a hole in the ground. None of the three seemed overly impressed. Having no knowledge of geocaching left them thinking I was a little bit of a loon and their interest waned dramatically.
Signed Log (21 October 2014 07:32:48), left a trackable, took nothing. TFTC!
During my Greyhound trip, I had already stopped and found a good number of caches during short stops as well as the longer meal breaks. A few of my bus drivers had taken notice. Once driver, Vicki, asked me what I was up to since at nearly every stop on her route I had exited the bus and made a beeline in the opposite direction of all the other passengers that were seeking restrooms, snacks and shelter. I tried to explain it lightly as I was just stretching my legs but she mentioned she had seen me looking in the bushes at the last stop and was curious as for what I was I was searching. Busted. So I explained geocaching in big picture form and how it was a hobby I had become engrossed in. I used some of the better caches I had found over the years as examples of what caching was and why I was sitting on derriere for 54+ hours riding across the country. She, as well as a few other passengers seemed high intrigued. I explained that in about 40 miles we would be passing the oldest (I omitted the word 'active') cache in the world. Insert one little white lie.
Immediately, I was bombarded with questions. I explained that I hoped to find it one day but wouldn't be able to this trip unless the bus stopped there. The driver quizzed me briefly as to where the cache was located and seemed curious when I explained that it was literally roadside and very easy to find. She then quipped that we didn't have any scheduled stops in that area and that it was against regulations for her to stop along the highway. I responded that it was actually at an exit but she remained quiet. Other passengers asked me more about caching and within 10-15 minutes the conversation died down again. I sat in silence watching my Google map track the bus' position down the highway. When we were within 5 miles of the legendary Mingo, I loaded up my caching app to watch us pass by as that was the best homage I could think of for the trip. Just as we approached the ramp for I snapped a (blurry) photo for the memory and was about to take a screen-cap of the map on my phone when the bus exited.
My first thought was how cruel was fate. So close yet so far away. I watched out the window like a child watching a candy store pass by looking off in the direction of the cache. Suddenly the bus rolled to a stop and the only sound I could hear was the blinking turn signal of the stopped bus. Excited and confused, the bus driver broke my stare with, "Let's see this thing." Baffled but not willing to waste a second, I bound down the steps of the bus through the slowly opening door and across the roadway. I must have looked like weary shopper trying to find their car in the sea of a mall parking lot on Black Friday as I looked frantically back and forth for the infamous hole. Spotting it, I raced to it as I tossed my hands up in victory! I quickly signed the log as I noticed the driver and two other passengers had exited the bus and were walking toward me. I spent the next 30 minutes explaining why the cache was merely a hole in the ground. None of the three seemed overly impressed. Having no knowledge of geocaching left them thinking I was a little bit of a loon and their interest waned dramatically.
Signed Log (21 October 2014 07:32:48), left a trackable, took nothing. TFTC!
05-May-14
This was a fantastic use of a virtual. Thanks for bringing us here. We enjoyed the search, the find and the location.
This was our first stop in DC after finally locating some parking. Thanks for bringing us here. Answers coming soon in an email.
Interesting spot I would have never known about if it weren't for caching. TFTC
04-May-14
Interesting information. I had a completely different cookie in mind when we approached the GZ.
03-May-14
I actually came across this virtual by chance. hoosiersunshine was meeting a friend near Times Square so I dropped her off and planned to circle the block a few times not realizing how futile that is in NYC. After a slow trip around the block in traffic, I decided to take a right instead of a left. This gave me a new block to circle but put me making a bigger loop due to the one way street. Listening to barrage of honking horns and sirens (how cliche New York!) I pulled over the side behind 2 cabs to pause before figuring out how to navigate back to pick up hoosiersunshine. I looked over to my left and there he was!!! I knew from perusing the caches in the area a few weeks before that this was a cache so I hoped out and took a few pics before racing back to the car to avoid a ticket. Thanks for the impromptu cache! I think it was very fitting and a wonderful way to get me back on track.
26-Aug-12
Thanks for maintaining this cache! Found with sgk, bf323 and AM as part of "Team Insanity".
