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== Plans (fancy)== | == Plans (fancy)== | ||
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We arrived by automototive-mobile at the sleepy village of rosedale abbey at 14:14 hours. We were 2.6km from the hashpoint, we decided to abandon the vehicle in order to be less conspicuous. We loaded up supplies and the nut-gard(tm)(frisby) and set out on foot. We found a road leading in the desired direction and set out along it after 1.5km it appeared that the road took an unfortunate turn for the uphill so we decided to brave the wildlands. This proved not to be the best course of action as some inconsiderate personage had carelessly strewn barbed wire fences everwhere; showing utter disregard for the testicular welfare of passing geohashers. Lucky we had our trusty frisby (aka Nutgard|TM) which allowed us to traverse this perilous terrain. After many hours searching we approached what appeared to be the hash point only to have our hopes dashed just a few meters from the target by an impassible river. Not to be deterred by this obstacle we set off upstream to find a place to cross. After much searching we manage to cross using a fallen tree and made our way back downstream to the hashpoint. Upon our arrival we were crestfallen to discover that the hashpoint was actually on the other side of the river we'd just come from. Thus we decided to drown our sorrows in cheap tarts (apple) and chocolate sauce. | We arrived by automototive-mobile at the sleepy village of rosedale abbey at 14:14 hours. We were 2.6km from the hashpoint, we decided to abandon the vehicle in order to be less conspicuous. We loaded up supplies and the nut-gard(tm)(frisby) and set out on foot. We found a road leading in the desired direction and set out along it after 1.5km it appeared that the road took an unfortunate turn for the uphill so we decided to brave the wildlands. This proved not to be the best course of action as some inconsiderate personage had carelessly strewn barbed wire fences everwhere; showing utter disregard for the testicular welfare of passing geohashers. Lucky we had our trusty frisby (aka Nutgard|TM) which allowed us to traverse this perilous terrain. After many hours searching we approached what appeared to be the hash point only to have our hopes dashed just a few meters from the target by an impassible river. Not to be deterred by this obstacle we set off upstream to find a place to cross. After much searching we manage to cross using a fallen tree and made our way back downstream to the hashpoint. Upon our arrival we were crestfallen to discover that the hashpoint was actually on the other side of the river we'd just come from. Thus we decided to drown our sorrows in cheap tarts (apple) and chocolate sauce. | ||
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Participants
Plans (fancy)
...and pants to match!
Expedition
We arrived by automototive-mobile at the sleepy village of rosedale abbey at 14:14 hours. We were 2.6km from the hashpoint, we decided to abandon the vehicle in order to be less conspicuous. We loaded up supplies and the nut-gard(tm)(frisby) and set out on foot. We found a road leading in the desired direction and set out along it after 1.5km it appeared that the road took an unfortunate turn for the uphill so we decided to brave the wildlands. This proved not to be the best course of action as some inconsiderate personage had carelessly strewn barbed wire fences everwhere; showing utter disregard for the testicular welfare of passing geohashers. Lucky we had our trusty frisby (aka Nutgard|TM) which allowed us to traverse this perilous terrain. After many hours searching we approached what appeared to be the hash point only to have our hopes dashed just a few meters from the target by an impassible river. Not to be deterred by this obstacle we set off upstream to find a place to cross. After much searching we manage to cross using a fallen tree and made our way back downstream to the hashpoint. Upon our arrival we were crestfallen to discover that the hashpoint was actually on the other side of the river we'd just come from. Thus we decided to drown our sorrows in cheap tarts (apple) and chocolate sauce.
Tracklog
maybe?
