This one isn't about one of Bosac's caches, although I did drive by the hide location for one of his this morning and decided to bypass digging in the snowdrift.

A week or so ago I went "Winter caching," and found a couple of caches in the snow.  It was quite the challenge.  Getting one cache un-frozen from it's hiding place took longer than finding it.  It was fun because I dress for the weather, which allows me to search a little longer before getting cold.

Today I had a few hours before work, so I decided to hit four or five caches.  The first one I drove by was the aforementioned Bosac cache, the First  "Curse of the First to find." A micro in a snowbank?  Nah, let's proceed West.  The second was easy to find, so I was encouraged to head farther west toward 72nd street, where I knew there to be a multi, a small, and a couple of micros.  The first micro was also under a snowbank, didn't feel like digging.

The next challenge was in a park right off of 72nd street.  It looked easy enough, so I parked the car, grabbed the GPSr, and headed toward "One Walked over a Cuckoo's Nest."  I figured it would be a quick find.

I arrived at ground zero and spent a short time looking around before thinking about the cache's name.  Hmmm, it would make sense to me to put it there.   I headed toward where I thought I might get a better view of where the cache might be hidden.  The ice looked thick, it was, after all 15 degrees out, the weather had been below freezing for some time.  There shouldn't be any liquid water down there, right?

Well, I was about halfway across when my foot went right through the ice, into the water below.  I pulled my foot out, cursed my stupidity, and headed back toward the top.  The ice, by the way, was pretty slick, so it was a good thing I had something above to hang on to.

I grabbed my GPSr from where I set it down, within 4 feet of GZ.  I did that so I had a reference to search by.

Are you aware it takes about 15 steps for pants to freeze solid in 15 degree weather?  Thank goodness for Jeep heaters!  My foot never got uncomfortably cold on the drive back home to change.

Now it's off to work!

Make sure you watch your step!

By JETSchmidt

A native Nebraskan (grew up in Elkhorn), I live in Bellevue with my
Lovely Wife and Son.  I've been a pilot and flight instructor
since 1988, but work in Information Systems to pay the bills.
I became obsessed with Geocaching in January of 2009, although I had
heard of the sport way back when I bought my first handheld
GPSr, a Garmin ETrex, when they first were introduced.
My favorite caches are the ones that take you somewhere off the beaten
track.  The one's out in the woods, or in hidden parks,
and the one's that someone took a lot of thought into creating.

--
---The sky is not a limit,
It is home.
-Terry Schmidt

Comments(1):

1. Hrmm

   That cache name is ringing a bell... nah, couldn't be. ;) MY caches ALWAYS behave!

   Saturday, January 30, 2010 Betsy