Logs for Helmacron 

There was a wombat on the path. We played with it a bit, letting it follow the torch light until it turned and charged us.

Wombats are crazy.

Found the cache, took nothing, left nothing. 

Everyone I know calls this thing "The Apple Peel" and no, I don't think it's art. More like an elaborate slippery-dip.

Also, the Shell station across the road is a popular fuelling up spot for the police. We got stopped twice for Jaywalking. They pulled onto the edge of the roundabout and had a chat with us, and then we got told off by a highway patrol as we headed back to the car. 

Atleast three people left number 3 while we were searching around. There's just no way to not look suspicious, lurking right there at night. Heh. Maybe they thought we were undecided patrons.

Thanks for the find! 

We turned off too early, and spent a good hour driving around hilly back roads of the wrong block. So that wasn't a good start (although it was fun!).

But we finally get to the place and the GPS says it's right HERE, at the edge of the tanbark of a playground. We're getting 5 metre accuracy, and we check everything in the area and we dig in the tanbark for a while. Nowhere to be found.

I get back, read the webpage and the cache's called "where are the rides???" and then I remember, the playground had this new gleam and the tanbark was soft and light and the last person who found it was the 20th of March.

Is it safe to assume that this one's gone? Or was I looking for Wally in the wrong book? 

We found it but we lost the superball. It rolled off somewhere after we opened the container. I promise to go back soon and replace it with TWO SUPERBALLS. Real sorry about that. 

Very nicely hidden indeed. As we found it, we heard a bell tolling in the distance. It was cool. 

Parked on the wrong side of the freeway and looked sadly over the soundwall as the GPSr told us we were 100 metres away. Nice spot. Thanks for the find! And from now on, I'm going to always carry a pen. 

Got it in less than a minute. I love these little micro caches! 

I love the paint job on this cache. Took us ages to find it. Forgot a pen so no signing took place. 

The co-ordinates turned up zilch so we had to expand our search and promptly found it 6 or 7 metres away. Logged visit then put it back where we found it. The zip-lock bag has a hole in it and things were a little dewy.

Sadly couldn't see the ghost suburb very well and LED torch light defracts too quickly for any long distance spotlighting. Sigh. 

We got there around 12am, and headed along the track until the bush area started, then decided to cut directly across to the co-ordinates. There were sinkholes and little shanties made from sticks and we heard something following us for a while. Mmm. Creepy forest.

I'd say it was in the last place we looked but we probably wouldn't have kept looking so that's a pretty redundant phrase, now that I think about it. 

Somehow, I inputted a couple wrong numbers in my eXplorist and we ended up in the alley behind the Box Hill cemetary at night getting more and more freaked out as we thrashed around in the long grass searching for the non-existent cache.

Eventually walked home, rechecked co-ordinates and found it. 

It's fun finding places you've sat or walked upon or around countless times, going and coming, coming and going, contain hidden little geocaches. Found it pretty fast, and thanks! 

We searched, and searched, and finally I see this gigantic, foul, poison-oozing spider and there's no way fate will put something I so don't ever want to go near on Earth if I didn't, at some point, have to tell it to move.

Awesomely camouflaged. Kudos to the hider. 

Spent thirty minutes crawling along both banks of the creek and had even gone as far down the steps in the the cement square (like everyone probably does) and squeezed as far as I could into the drain and felt around the edges (like everyone probably doesn't do) until we found hiding spot.

I live fairly close to here but by God I was lost. Just following the mapless GPS co-ordinates really leads you out of your safe area. Reminds me of the Captain of the British Army saying "we're off the atlas!" in Roald Dahl's BFG. 

Walked boldly into the park without a torch. Using mobile phones as lightsource, we lost the path fairly early on and stumbled blindly through thick underbrush until GPS said we were on the money and five minutes later, we find it!

All the deep scratches were worth it.