Difference between revisions of "2009-08-23 47 -66"
imported>Koepfel m (Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam) |
m (per Renaming Proposal) |
||
| (5 intermediate revisions by 5 users not shown) | |||
| Line 49: | Line 49: | ||
== Ribbon == | == Ribbon == | ||
| − | {{ | + | {{done with nature | latitude = 47 | longitude = -66 | date = 2009-08-23 | name = wmcduff | image = 2008-09-19 49 -122 Ten meters DOWN.jpg }} |
[[Category:Expeditions]] | [[Category:Expeditions]] | ||
| Line 55: | Line 55: | ||
[[Category:Coordinates not reached]] | [[Category:Coordinates not reached]] | ||
[[Category:Not reached - Mother Nature]] | [[Category:Not reached - Mother Nature]] | ||
| + | {{location|CA|NB|RE}} | ||
Latest revision as of 14:43, 2 April 2024
| Sun 23 Aug 2009 in 47,-66: 47.9003524, -66.0261624 geohashing.info google osm bing/os kml crox |
Location
Just south of Highway 11 on the western bank of the Jacquet River.
Participants
wmcduff plans to head over after supper.
Plans
Noticed this one on Friday, and decided to wait to see how I felt on Sunday after my 14 hour shift on Saturday and to see what family plans were. As the answers were "not too bad" and "not much," figured I'd go for a bit of a drive after supper and pick up another cherry for my collection.
Expedition
Well, supper eaten, I headed out to the chorus of "You're going all the way up there? Why?" Still, it was my evening to waste, so off I went for a bit of a drive to this hard to access hash. First stop? Gas. My trusty steed needed some high-octane oats if it was going to get me back as well as to the hash.
The hash seemed pretty much on the highway from the Google map, near where it crossed the Jacquet River (pronounced 'jacket', something I should have brought). The drive was marked by thickening clouds: Hurricane Bill whirled away six hours driving southeast, too far away to cause rain for me, but enough for long cloud bands.
The drive up was uneventful. Due to the highway, I had to pass the point, head another five kilometers past, then turn around, which turned out to be only partially necessary. Once I got back to the river, I pulled over to the side, and headed out with camera and GPS to see. I was expecting a sandy edge to a wide river, but here, it was a bit of a gorge. I gingerly made my way down the slope, and checked my GPS. Seems I misjudged from the map; the point seemed to be on the other side of the bridge. Under we went as the goats, er, vehicles rumbled overhead.
The GPS dance began, made more difficult by the bridge blocking the satelites where it was actually easiest to walk. Still, the number went down...finally, 10m, but the cliff ahead was steep, and I became aware of what would happen should I slip. Pictures taken, I gave up, climbing back up to where my trusty steed waited and returned home, giving this one to Mother Nature, for I was her bitch.
Photos
First, we need gas.
Such a pretty evening. (Well, for the moment.)
Our destination
Who's that walking under my bridge?
Closest point: 10 meters.
Those last ten meters are down there.
The bridge deck, for comparison.
The trusty steed awaiting my return.
Mother Nature's Bitch
Ribbon
 |
wmcduff earned the Done with Nature consolation prize
|
 |
