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Hickory Nuts

(Mis)adventures With
A Cache Approver

By huggy_d1

Editor's note: huggy_d1 is a geocacher and part time volunteer cache approver for geocaching.com.)

Rover-r-us and I left Tanglewood Mall (Roanoke, VA) at 6:10am Saturday (give or take) heading to Hickory NC for their cache event (Hickory Nuts ). We returned at 3:50am Sunday (give or take), a few scrapes, cuts, and cache finds later.

The following cache log excerpts are only a brief of what really happened, but it does give you the general flavor of the day.

Highlights:

  • first trip using my PDA with a Garmin cf Que 1620 as an auto-routing GPS / navigational tool
  • flat tire between Salem and Christiansburg at 6:30am give or a take
  • 45mph tire replaced, on the road 6:50am give or take
  • tour of Christiansburg resulted in no open garages who could fix flat tire
  • tour of Radford turned up one open garage... tire inspected, found a huge gash, and tire is not repairable-- put on used tire with about same tread.. on road again 8:15am
  • stop at I-81/I-77 to find a cache in a really neat spot that you only find out about through geocaching
  • Near Hickory, we stop near a lake for a cache; tried to actually use my PDA/GPS combo to find a cache (which is NOT what it was intended for, so guess what.. it was a failure.. Went back and got my eTrex Vista and eventually found cache, but only after hearing Rover-R-Us yell, GOT IT!
  • And so the day goes. A few caches later, I am trying to enter my find log into the PDA's GPXSonar software, and my PDA crashes dead. Completely non-responsive, so I resort to the reset button. Upon reset, it was so scrambled it came up in factory default clean mode. Without a PC and the backup sitting on my home computer, the PDA is basically useless, so I turn it off, and stuff it into my geo-bag. SIGH.. no fault of the GPSr.. was the first time my hacked up PDA had been asked to do so much stuff all at once, and my hacked PDA finally decided to crap out...

    A few finds and DNFs later, we arrived at the event at Baker's Mtn. (county)Park about 90 minutes later than planned.

  • we talk mr007s into taking us part way around the park's trails via mountain bike.
  • now things get strange.. we find the caches on the 'lower half' of the mountain and our guide (ailing with back problems) decides it's time to head back to the event, giving us directions and a suggestion to speed our return to the parking lot by using an access road from the communications towers at the top back to the park entrance (a few hundred feet from where we'd parked.
  • We hide-a-bike up the mountain (a very steep climb on foot, much less pushing bikes). We find the caches along the route. We arrive at the top, but see no pavement or any road other than the leaf covered double track.
  • It's 5:07pm. We check to see when sunset is (a GPS calculates this for us). We have just enough time to get to the trailhead once we ride over to the towers a few hundred yards away and ride down the service access road.
  • As the sun starts to get lower, my prescription sunglasses begin to interfere with my ability to safely ride. Now I can see on my map that the 'trail' that leads back to where we want to go is getting further and further away from where we are on the map.

    It's back to the top to find the right path to that road. It's not safe to ride with the sunglasses, and because I can't see without them, it's not safe at all to ride now.

    Dejected, I begin the long push to the top, followed by the expected long push back to the trailhead / car.

  • Current status: a few finds and a 1/2 DNF; I'm pushing my bike up a mountain for the 3rd time today; Rover-R-Us is riding back down the mountain for the 3rd time today; I have no light and my GPSr batteries are nearly dead. Rover-R-Us is riding with a 3 LED headlight down the mountain going in the wrong direction and his GPSr doesn't have a map of any of the double track paths we've been on, nor of the access road we missed; my GPSr has Road & Recreation maps of the area loaded, so the access road path is displayed, and my distance to it is getting ever smaller so I'm smiling even though nobody can see it but me.
  • Complete darkness - no glasses - no sounds - wind starts to pick up - a chill enters the air -- haven't had food now for 6 hours, and my water will last me an hour if I have to climb this mountain again.
  • Rover-R-Us bushwhacks back to our last cache, and backtracks all the caches we found in reverse back to the trailhead and the parking lot. I cannot imagine how hard that had to be after going through it the other way, and in the dark on top of that! Wowsa.
  • I find my way to the top, and to the first cross-path. Rover-R-Us left a glow stick to show he'd gone that way. I knew that wasn't the right way. There was no sense in both of us getting on the wrong path, and I could see if I went straight, my map showed less than 0.25 miles to the road to the bottom.
  • I find the towers. Ok, it's after 6pm. Park is now closed. I see a path around the tower that we did not take the 1st time up, so I meander around, and low and behold there is a wide gravel road leading up to the tower from the opposite side from where we rode past just an hour earlier. SIGH. RELIEF. JOY. DARKNESS.
  • Because of the light color of the gravel, I can actually see it's fairly well maintained, and looks rideable provided I go slowly. I adjust my bike's seat height way, way down and adjust my bike's front shock as high as it goes. This set up will be less likely to send me over the handlebar. I begin the descent into foreign territory in the dark with a lot of brake squealing, and foot dragging, and smiles.

    I arrive at my car. There is no other car in the lot. There is a note on the windshield from mr007s with the prophetic words, "can't wait to read your logs.” It is now 6:24pm. I see no sign that Rover-R-Us has made it to the car. I get warm clothes on, load the bike onto the car, load other stuff into the car, and stuff fresh batteries into the hungry GPS.

    I move my car outside the park gates and call Rover-R-Us on my cell phone (which was in my car). A few seconds later, I hear his phone ringing in the back seat of my car!

    Now I see this headlight bopping up the road toward me, and my heart feels a heavy burden lifted. WOOHOOOO! Oh happy tired-a$$ day, and it's only 6:40pm (give or take).

  • Time to go find caches and get back on schedule. :) We start driving per our trip plan from a streets & trips plan made a week earlier that scoped out a lot of places and a lot of types of hides, but steered clear of multi-caches at night (well, for the most part). We catch up to the plan but are (alas!) 90 minutes behind schedule and stay behind schedule.
  • We get to a park to do a night cache - which was quite cool but tiring after hiking up a mountain a few times already. What is this? A cache only 600 feet from us! Cool.. let's go get it. We get closer and see this 70 feet or so wide creek in the way. We read the cache page that says stay on the trail until you can't get any closer, then a short bushwhack. Let's just say that in the dark, two very tired geocachers call that short bushwhack a bold-faced lie (more of an exaggeration).
  • From there, we see yet another cache a few hundred feet away (it's about a tenth of a mile), so we press on.

    Now we're climbing rocks where one misstep is a quick fall into the cold creek below. The dew is falling and my glasses are fogged up (yeah, I got my regular glasses out so I could see at night).Finally, we get to the cache.

    We're back on plan, and resolve to only seek caches on 'the plan' regardless of how interesting or how close they might be. That proves to be the smartest thing we do all day.

    Sometime during all this, we managed to use both of my hiking sticks in a way never intended in order to find a cache and sign the log. Only folks in the area will have an inkling of what that might mean, and even then, they might not be sure. Improvise, adapt, overcome, sign log, and move on.

    Moral(s) of the story

    I'm guessing you noticed others, but those are things we learned, relearned, or remembered forgetting at various times throughout the day.

    (Author’s note: FYI, we found 33 caches during our trip, so it's not like we had a bad day. On the contrary, it was a fabulous, if not extremely tiring, day. We both hit new high counts for a single day, counting over 600 miles of driving on my car. We don't do it for the numbers. We do it because it's better than sitting on the couch slowly dying day by day. In the process, we inevitably run into obstacles. The memories are created when overcome adversity, and the humility comes in the sharing of what you should have thought to do 3 hours earlier.)


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