Somewhere between the second magnet hidden under a fire hydrant that dogs piss on and the fifth pill bottle hidden under a lamppost skirt, I decided to retire from geocaching. It’s the end of an era full of self-loathing and occasional delights.
I haven’t gone geocaching for a while. I don’t allot any time for the hobby; rather, it is something I do while waiting.
I found a bottle hidden in a road guardrail in Pittsburgh.
There was a geocache attached to a stick, inside the knot of a tree.
A magnet was placed on a roof in Seattle’s International District.
There was a geocache in a wooded area in New Jersey.
There was a classic utility plate magnet cache in Houston.
There was a cache on a tree in Austin.
A cache was hidden under a lamp skirt by the Mexican American Cultural Center.
There are a fair number of geocaches around Carnegie Mellon.
Geocaches. Let me show you.
I found geocaches in Schenley Park. I was walking in a forest trail, when I noticed there was a geocache on the adjacent golf course. So I stepped out of the trees and someone on the green let me putt. I thought it was funny, that some random woman comes out of the trees and your first instinct is to offer her a chance to hit a golf ball.
This geocache was tricky to find. I had to scale a wall then feel around the hollow parts of a sign.
There are geocaches hidden at UPitt too.
Will it ever end? No.
This nondescript geocache in Woodland Park was a clever hide, completely hidden underground. Pulling on the circular stopper revealed the bison.
There was a geocache hidden in a tree by the dog park too.
This geocache off of Princeton’s Nassau Street looked like a wad of gum.
A geocache was embedded into a park’s stone sign.
I found some geocaches in Stockholm. As a city with lots of foot traffic, the good old metal plate geocache was popular.
There were a few caches off of the islands of Skeppsholmen and Kastellholmen. This geocache was found in a rock nestled into the corner of a footbridge.
A geocache was in a rabbit hole near the museum of modern art. The string to pull up the cache was hidden under a pile of dead grass in a tree trunk.
A geocache was hidden in one of these mailboxes. The cache owner posted a hint as to which one (it was the white mailbox on the left).
There was a magnetic geocache on the Skeppsholmsbron bridge.
A geocache was brazenly hidden right in front of the Royal Palace (the “GC” magnet near the bottom of the parking ticket dispenser).
And finally, there was a geocache in Old Town. Each tourist was doing his own thing, so no one noticed notice that I was reaching into a rain gutter.
I spent a weekend in Terranea in Rancho Palos Verdes, near LA. All things considered, I had a good time.
I tried to get into the adults-only swimming pool, but I got carded. So after going to my room to get my license, I went back to the pool and floated about. From the pool, we saw a pod of dolphins playing at the beach, jumping out of the water in arcs.
We went bouldering, and I got a massive ego boost by doing most of the beginner routes. I met a group of passionate foodies. They introduced me to interesting dishes, like baby pigeon and caviar egg toast.
We did a nearby hike at Pelican Cove Park, walking by desert shrubs, an abandoned motor, carcasses of seabirds. I didn’t notice at first, but the shore was teeming with small crabs. The crabs would scurry under rocks when they felt my footsteps. Flocks of herons flew overhead. As we neared the cove, the tides trapped the ocean water, and large swarms of gnats flew around the rotting kelp. At the cove, the overhanging cliff was worn down by erosion and looked like a burnt sienna layer cake.
And I found a geocache! The desert biota was so foreign, with its flowering cacti and other succulents, brown lizards.
Back in Washington, I found some more geocaches. There was a cache hidden within a piece of wood.
Another cache was nestled in a tree.
I found a couple caches in South Lake Union. There was a cache hidden on a pedestrian overpass.
A cache was hidden in a guardrail.
I found a few geocaches around Seattle Center. One was in the John T. Williams Memorial Totem Pole.
A geocache was at the top floor of a parking garage, under a lamppost skirt.
There was a cache in the bushes right by the Pacific Science Center.
I found a few caches in the Washington Park Arboretum. One cache was under a boardwalk.
Another was next to a tree that had been struck by lightning.
Another geocache was near a bog, under a log.