Wednesday, July 31, 2019
When we finally made contact, we discovered that they'd had some other issues come up so we made some new plans on the fly.
the dog munching incident, so this was our chance to explore. We found beaver ponds, complete with swans that swam out of sight before we could get a picture.
annual geocaching summer promotion.
It wasn't what we'd planned, but it really was an excellent weekend to kick off our southbound (eventually) journey.
Friday, July 26, 2019
Sunday, July 21, 2019
While we were in Homer, BJ noted that there was a cache a couple hundred feet away from where we were 'camping' at the Fishing Hole parking lot.
I hadn't paid any attention to it because I'd logged it four years ago when Spencer was introducing me to geocaching. It was the second geocache I ever logged.
When I looked at the cache description, the latest log entry said that finder had dropped a trackable in the cache, BUT the cache inventory didn't list it. That was enough to get me off my keister to walk over to the red building to see what we might find.
This TB intrigued me for several reasons. Not only had the person who dropped it in this cache not logged the TB properly, they'd also inappropriately listed the TB's actual code in their cache log entry. The name, Sgt Mike's Tag, and its goal (To get as far away from Kansas as possible) led me to look closer at its history.
The TB's namesake gave the TB to someone to take to Arizona without first dipping it where ever he was at the time, so the travel history starts in the Yuma, Arizona area where it never goes far for bit over a year before it stops traveling at all until this year when someone else grabbed it, took it to Vancouver, Canada and then back to California where the most recent person picked it up without logging it and dropped it in Homer.
End result? It got picked up, taken to Ohio, and dropped in a new cache under a shrub in a park.
There's lots I wonder about, but I really wonder about what happened to Sgt. Mike. Seems he wasn't a fan of Kansas, but I wonder where he went and if he survived. His last finds were in Kansas in May of 2015. I hope he's safe and healthy.
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
The sun was setting but very obscured by smoke from the Swan Lake fire. Some days the wind would blow the smoke out, other days it would blow it in to town.
Thursday, July 11, 2019
There are lots of videos about the race. I liked this one, narrated by in part by Fred Moore, a man who ran it for the 50th time this year.
We hadn't planned to be in Seward for the 4th, but knew we'd need to snag a spot early. We ended up spending a wonderful week in Seward and especially enjoyed the small town vibe.