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| + | === First Attempt === | ||
| + | I have been missing the Official Saturday meetup constantly and this was a great opportunity to finally get it. However, my bike ride started ominously with an already flat back tire. I swapped it out for my spare and was ready to go about 14:30, which would have put me there right at 16:00 I think, but we had dinner plans for 18:00 so this was going to be tight. | ||
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| + | On the way to the hash, I hit some unexpectedly nasty hills that just destroyed my legs. I figured I could still make the hash, but I would be a lot longer on the way back. I could continue and call the wife to pick me up on the way back, or I could turn around and head home. Right about the halfway point, I decided to not incur the wrath of the wife and turned toward home. We were meeting a friend after dinner and I figured there would be a good chance to drag him along and get the hash later. | ||
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| + | === Second Attempt === | ||
| + | My friend called to tell me he was getting into town late and would be going to his cottage in Angola and wanted to meet closer to there. I thought about it and thought that could work. At 23:00, I made a slight detour to the hash on my way to Angola but when I got to the field where the hash was, my GPS indicated I was 43 miles away. What? I pulled out my phone and luckily had enough bars to get the internet and checked the coords. I had entered the first decimal place incorrectly, and when that was fixed, I was within a tenth of a mile to the hash. *whew* | ||
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| + | I walked up the small hill toward the hash and through knee high grass. Halfway there, my pants were pretty wet and my sneakers were soaked through. Not to be deterred, I closed in and with a short GPS dance, got right to the hash. I got my proof and made my way back to the car. | ||
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| + | I then drove to my friend's place where we had a few beers by the campfire and caught up. | ||
== Photos == | == Photos == | ||
Revision as of 21:32, 24 May 2015
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Contents
Location
In a field, East of Collins
Plans
Planning a bike ride to the Mouse-Over Day hash and stopping on the way for a few geocaches too. No collision event for today, although I am shooting for 4pm so I can have my very first Official Saturday meetup...by myself (but at least I should be able to start the ribbon).
Participants
Expedition
First Attempt
I have been missing the Official Saturday meetup constantly and this was a great opportunity to finally get it. However, my bike ride started ominously with an already flat back tire. I swapped it out for my spare and was ready to go about 14:30, which would have put me there right at 16:00 I think, but we had dinner plans for 18:00 so this was going to be tight.
On the way to the hash, I hit some unexpectedly nasty hills that just destroyed my legs. I figured I could still make the hash, but I would be a lot longer on the way back. I could continue and call the wife to pick me up on the way back, or I could turn around and head home. Right about the halfway point, I decided to not incur the wrath of the wife and turned toward home. We were meeting a friend after dinner and I figured there would be a good chance to drag him along and get the hash later.
Second Attempt
My friend called to tell me he was getting into town late and would be going to his cottage in Angola and wanted to meet closer to there. I thought about it and thought that could work. At 23:00, I made a slight detour to the hash on my way to Angola but when I got to the field where the hash was, my GPS indicated I was 43 miles away. What? I pulled out my phone and luckily had enough bars to get the internet and checked the coords. I had entered the first decimal place incorrectly, and when that was fixed, I was within a tenth of a mile to the hash. *whew*
I walked up the small hill toward the hash and through knee high grass. Halfway there, my pants were pretty wet and my sneakers were soaked through. Not to be deterred, I closed in and with a short GPS dance, got right to the hash. I got my proof and made my way back to the car.
I then drove to my friend's place where we had a few beers by the campfire and caught up.
