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Revision as of 22:18, 7 March 2022

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Location

In a farm, not far from Beaufort.

Participants

Expedition

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The three of us were driving back from a hiking trip around Mt Buangor. I'd seen the geohash location, and was a bit undecided. On the one hand, it looked pretty dubious: 870m from the road inside a farm, further than I really want to go. On the other, it was such a short detour, it seemed silly not to at least check it out.

After a quick bakery stop in Beaufort, we headed off. The road was nice and quiet, uneventful other than a few big clumps of hay apparently fallen off the back of a truck. "HAY!" I yelled. No one laughed.

There was a great view of wind turbines on the hills.

We stopped, got out, had a look at the approach. There was a gate, not locked, but not inviting either.

There was nothing exactly stopping me going in, but I didn't particularly feel like an awkward conversation with a farmer, and there was nothing particularly enticing about the spot.

We got back in the car and vroomed off.

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