Mike Hulsebus Photography and Life in Ann Arbor
My brother and I went out today to try out hand at Geocaching. Maybe you've heard of it; Foss tells me he might have seen it on Insomniac with Dave Attell. Geocaching, for those who haven't
heard of it, is a hobby involving global positioning systems like the one you see in the photo. People hide a cache (usually in the form of an ammo
box, coffee can, or other watertight container) somewhere and then post the position of the cache on the
Geocaching website. People
then take the coordinates (which look something like N 42°54.217 W 085°46.179) and enter them into their GPS unit. They then follow the compass
until they find the cache. It's comparable to going treaure hunting, only the treasure is a buncha trinkets. The cache has a log that all the finders sign. The finders then take an item from the cache and leave one of their own.
Getting close to the cache is easy, actually finding it is another matter. Jake and I got where the GPS said we were right over it (DST 0.00mi) but just couldn't find the thing
One was said to be "not in the rocks" and by "something man-made" We had to be looking for at least half an hour
by all the underbrush by the posts but didn't find anything. Then we saw this concrete wall. We climbed all over it and poked around inside but didn't
find the altoids tin that the cache was supposedly in. No luck at the at the second location either, where it was hard to get a good signal.
But we did see some birds
and a softball game.
So until we have a successful run, our army man (the item we brought if we had to leave something at a small cache) will have to enjoy
life down in the basement.
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