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=== The Adventure === | === The Adventure === | ||
+ | Woke myself up at 6:00, and despite notes to myself urging to leave by 6:30, it was closer to 6:50 before I headed out. The drive was one of those exceedingly boring ones of just getting on I-95 and going north. It was about an hour drive, and the only thing that livened it up was Georgia State Patrol whipping by me at a hundred miles an hour to pull someone over. (Not an exaggeration, I'm pretty sure it ''was'' going that fast.) | ||
+ | My plan was to hit the links at 8:10, allocate myself three hours to finish the game and make the geohash, then hit the road to be back by 12:30. Technically, I achieved all three of those goals. First of all, it's imperative to know that I am ''terrible'' at golf. My high hopes were that if I could keep my score in double digits, it'd be a smashing success. For the record, par at Sanctuary Cove is 71, so you can see I had really high hopes for myself. I also figured that, considering the amount of stops I'd have to make to hit the ball again, ten minutes per hole was probably a high but accurate guess. | ||
+ | I only played nine holes. The party in front of me was so slow that it took twenty minutes per hole, aka the entire allotted time I had set for myself, just to finish half the game. Par was 36, I scored 54. Not exactly a smashing success, but well enough, I suppose. | ||
+ | It was about as eventful as bad golf can be until I hit the 7th hole. I realized as I was driving up to the tee that this hole was set up ''perfectly'' for me to try and actually hit the ball to the geohash. When I drive, I have a wicked slice on the ball, but there were bunkers in front of me as a visual reference and the hashpoint was in the trees to the right! The party in front of me allowed me to play through, so I took aim, fired, and for once, my drive went exactly as I planned it, right into the trees. | ||
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+ | Said party was helpful and pointed out my ball hadn't gotten too deep in the trees. I thanked them, picked it up, and continued into the trees. The following exchange took place: | ||
+ | "Wait, where are you going?" | ||
+ | "Oh, I actually meant to hit it further into the trees, so I'm just taking it there." | ||
+ | "Why?" | ||
+ | "''The internet demands this of me.''" | ||
+ | |||
+ | By the time I came back from the point, they were long gone. Once again, satellite imagery showed the trees as being much more open than they were. I used my putter to move some of the overgrowth out of the way, which thankfully stopped immediately thereafter and it was a fairly open clearing. I found the spot, took my pictures, then dropped the ball and putted to the hashpoint. Success! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now, in terms of marking it, this was where I faltered earlier in the morning. Where do you place a playing card so that it doesn't get picked up by the grounds crew? At the point won't work, no one would actually go in there for a ball. Just outside would look like trash, as would sitting it at the tee. Eventually, I realized my problem was with the playing card itself - why don't I leave a golf ball? So at the beginning of the round, I wrote out the coordinates on a ball and left it by the yellow tee of the 7th hole. Problem solved! | ||
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+ | I actually birdied the eighth hole to my own great surprise, but describing what happened needs a picture of the hole and some time with Paint/Photoshop, so it can come later. By the time I had finished the 9th hole, as mntioned earlier, I had golfed half as many holes as I wanted but just as long as I had planned, so I returned the cart and left for home. | ||
== Gallery == | == Gallery == | ||
+ | <gallery caption="Photo Gallery" widths="200px" heights="200px" perrow="3"> | ||
+ | Image:2012-09-03_31_-81_Clubhouse.jpg|Definitely set up for events and the like. | ||
+ | Image:2012-09-03_31_-81_SanctuaryCove.jpg|The opening sign. | ||
+ | Image:2012-09-03_31_-81_SeventhHole.jpg|The view of the geohash hole from the yellow tees. | ||
+ | Image:2012-09-03_31_-81_GPS.jpg|Success! One day I'll learn how to take pictures without glare. | ||
+ | Image:2012-09-03_31_-81_GeohashE.jpg|Does Poseidon get a Sex Geohash if the waves are furious enough? | ||
+ | Image:2012-09-03_31_-81_GeohashW.jpg|Thankfully not the banana variety. | ||
+ | Image:2012-09-03_31_-81_Geohasher.jpg|Hooray! I don't look nearly as tired as I felt there. | ||
+ | Image:2012-09-03_31_-81_GolfBall.jpg|Putted to the hashpoint. | ||
+ | Image:2012-09-03_31_-81_Marker.jpg|Left at the yellow tees of the 7th hole. | ||
+ | </gallery> | ||
== Achieveables == | == Achieveables == | ||
+ | Admit One is a possibility, but there's nothing stopping someone from parking on the nearby road and just venturing into the woods. | ||
+ | {{Virgin graticule | ||
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+ | | longitude = -81 | ||
+ | | date = 2012-09-03 | ||
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+ | | image = 2012-09-03_31_-81_Geohasher.jpg | ||
+ | |||
+ | }} | ||
+ | {{Golf geohash | ||
+ | | latitude = 31 | ||
+ | | longitude = -81 | ||
+ | | date = 2012-09-03 | ||
+ | | name = [[user:DrCanadianNinja|Geoff]] | ||
+ | | image = 2012-09-03_31_-81_GolfBall.jpg | ||
+ | }} | ||
+ | {{Minesweeper geohash | ||
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+ | }} | ||
− | [[Category: | + | [[Category:Expeditions]] |
+ | [[Category:Expeditions with photos]] | ||
+ | [[Category:Coordinates reached]] |
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Expedition
The Plan
In the trees off the 7th hole in Golf Club at Sanctuary Cove. I've got a tee time for 8:10 AM, which will hopefully let me play the round before the day gets too overbearing. Erica is not a golfer and has no desire to play, so she'll be sitting this one out.
Geohashers
The Adventure
Woke myself up at 6:00, and despite notes to myself urging to leave by 6:30, it was closer to 6:50 before I headed out. The drive was one of those exceedingly boring ones of just getting on I-95 and going north. It was about an hour drive, and the only thing that livened it up was Georgia State Patrol whipping by me at a hundred miles an hour to pull someone over. (Not an exaggeration, I'm pretty sure it was going that fast.)
My plan was to hit the links at 8:10, allocate myself three hours to finish the game and make the geohash, then hit the road to be back by 12:30. Technically, I achieved all three of those goals. First of all, it's imperative to know that I am terrible at golf. My high hopes were that if I could keep my score in double digits, it'd be a smashing success. For the record, par at Sanctuary Cove is 71, so you can see I had really high hopes for myself. I also figured that, considering the amount of stops I'd have to make to hit the ball again, ten minutes per hole was probably a high but accurate guess.
I only played nine holes. The party in front of me was so slow that it took twenty minutes per hole, aka the entire allotted time I had set for myself, just to finish half the game. Par was 36, I scored 54. Not exactly a smashing success, but well enough, I suppose.
It was about as eventful as bad golf can be until I hit the 7th hole. I realized as I was driving up to the tee that this hole was set up perfectly for me to try and actually hit the ball to the geohash. When I drive, I have a wicked slice on the ball, but there were bunkers in front of me as a visual reference and the hashpoint was in the trees to the right! The party in front of me allowed me to play through, so I took aim, fired, and for once, my drive went exactly as I planned it, right into the trees.
Said party was helpful and pointed out my ball hadn't gotten too deep in the trees. I thanked them, picked it up, and continued into the trees. The following exchange took place: "Wait, where are you going?" "Oh, I actually meant to hit it further into the trees, so I'm just taking it there." "Why?" "The internet demands this of me."
By the time I came back from the point, they were long gone. Once again, satellite imagery showed the trees as being much more open than they were. I used my putter to move some of the overgrowth out of the way, which thankfully stopped immediately thereafter and it was a fairly open clearing. I found the spot, took my pictures, then dropped the ball and putted to the hashpoint. Success!
Now, in terms of marking it, this was where I faltered earlier in the morning. Where do you place a playing card so that it doesn't get picked up by the grounds crew? At the point won't work, no one would actually go in there for a ball. Just outside would look like trash, as would sitting it at the tee. Eventually, I realized my problem was with the playing card itself - why don't I leave a golf ball? So at the beginning of the round, I wrote out the coordinates on a ball and left it by the yellow tee of the 7th hole. Problem solved!
I actually birdied the eighth hole to my own great surprise, but describing what happened needs a picture of the hole and some time with Paint/Photoshop, so it can come later. By the time I had finished the 9th hole, as mntioned earlier, I had golfed half as many holes as I wanted but just as long as I had planned, so I returned the cart and left for home.
Gallery
Achieveables
Admit One is a possibility, but there's nothing stopping someone from parking on the nearby road and just venturing into the woods. Template:Virgin graticule
Geoff earned the Golf Geohash Achievement
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Geoff achieved level 5 of the Minesweeper Geohash achievement
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