This weekend couldn’t have been much better. We camped at Potter’s Ponds, but unfortunately our site was 1,000′ from the main group site where all the other geocachers stayed. As a result, we didn’t spend as much time with the others as we’d have liked. My sister and her family shared our site, and we had some fun together both there and on the road. We spent a few hours away from camp and went on a wild goose chase and couldn’t find any easy caches that our kids could go on, but it was still a good time.
The highlight of the entire weekend was finding the Potters Pond cache (the first one ever in the state of Utah), which was my 200th find. We hiked up as a group after everyone else had left, and we were able to take our time since we had no plans afterwards except to pack up and head home. It was quite a memorable experience, much more so than my 100th find, which was nothing special.
Also quite awesome was the convoy that headed out to find my Fly Canyon Falls cache that I placed a couple of weeks ago. As I was sitting around the campfire Saturday night, Utah Jean sat down next to me, and I asked her where she got all the mud on her Explorer. She told me it was at “Fry Canyon” or something, without even realizing it was my cache she was talking about. It wasn’t until I returned home that I realized that a large group of people had gone in search of my cache, and it turned out being Jean’s 2,000th find, and Cowboyz’ 500th. Though coincidental, it still makes me feel good that they chose my cache for their milestones. I hear that the trip was awesome, and this picture of BunkerDave’s Subaru tells it all. I just wish I’d been at camp when they decided to go, because I’d have loved to be a part of it.
Last year, I was so antisocial that I didn’t stop in at the Potter’s Ponds event, even though I drove right past there after hiking East Mountain. This year, things have changed enough that I came out of my shell a bit and have attended two geocaching events, and have plans to attend a third in October. I’m even going to place a few caches for that one with another cacher from Mount Pleasant who I’ve only met briefly once. I’m glad to have found a great bunch of people who share the same hobby with me, and on top of that I still get to spend a lot of time with my fambly. Great stuff. 🙂
I haven’t been camping in years. I was still in high school and went with my parents, I remember that much. I planned a camping trip with a shitload of my friends and girls the summer after we graduated, but mostly everyone bailed, so I called it off. I really want to go now, being older, so that I can get really fucked up out in the wilderness. I remember it being a lot of fun, though none of my friends have ever expressed a fondness for it. I don’t know if I’ll ever get around to doing it again.