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Location

The geohash is on a large wooded lot interrupting 168A Street in a subdivision east of Fleetwood. Transit accessible via the Fraser Highway.

Participants

Robyn
Fbfree

Planning

I am taking a bus that will get me to the geohash about 4:15 p.m. - Robyn

I will attempt to make it after a farewell lunch for my mom. If I come, I'll be there around 4:30pm. --Fbfree 17:35, 17 July 2009 (UTC)

Expedition

Robyn

T-Rex and I took a bus to Skytrain, a packed Skytrain car to Surrey Central and a bus along the Fraser Highway. It's amazing how fast the kilometres fly by when you're not walking, but I recognized every intersection we passed. I got off at 168th and crossed at the light, following it around the curve looking for 168A Street. How many streets would you expect to find between 168th and 168A?

I found the first bit of 168A, dead-ending neatly against a concrete barricade and a completely overgrown vacant lot. I looked for a trail in. There's always a trail in, from kids playing. But I couldn't find one. Kids these days must play video games instead of building forts in the middle of bramble patches. I stepped around the barricade into the woodlot. There were a lot of brambles. I pushed a few aside and managed a few steps into the mess. The GPS said the geohash was 23 metres ahead. And it looked as if the terrain dipped down into a creek or a gully. I seem to be operating on a very low stupidity distance today, as I did not plunge into the brambles.

I retreated and walked around a couple of blocks to find the other broken end of 168A Street. You know how in the video game Sim City if you built too many roads or too few roads the inhabitants were unhappy, but you could achieve a goldilocks situation by building a road and bulldozing ever second square? Sometimes I think the Surrey city planners played too much Sim City in school. You can play video games and play in brambles. There's balance for everything.

The other end of 168A Street ended similarly against the woodlot. Here there was a small sort of path into the trees, created by a resident dumping garden waste into the lot. It was like a bridge over the brambles created by lawn clippings matted around sticks. It was a little precarious, as I could tell that the supporting grid of sticks could snap dropping me an unknown distance to the real ground. And it was also 23 metres from here to the geohash. The geohash was exactly in the middle of the bramble patch. Figures.

Now that I was a little ways in from this side, I could see that over to the left the trees were thicker, so thick that there wasn't enough light for brambles to grow thickly underneath. I headed that way, around the trees, under the strands of brambles until there were eight metres remaining. That was my stupidity distance. T-Rex and I both received a few scratches, but we made our way into the thicket.

After I reached the point and had taken a few pictures, I heard someone say, "How did you get in there?" And then geohashing took one step closer to being exactly as I imagined it would be, as I sat in the middle of a huge mess of almost impassible thorns, and a stranger crawled in and introduced himself.

Fbfree

Both

After posting a comic and an Internet was here notice and posing for a few more photos we crawled back out of the thorns and went to the nearest Tim Horton's for iced drinks and Timbits. Robyn learned about what happened to Fbfree when he was two. Fbfree learned what television show (other than Star Trek) overly shapes Robyn's worldview. The Timbits were eaten. T-Rex was gazed at in awe by small children. It was a successful geohash.