2011-10-30 53 -1
| Sun 30 Oct 2011 in 53,-1: 53.3749477, -1.1264146 geohashing.info google osm bing/os kml crox |
Location
Partway down a residential street in the sleepy village of Langold.
Participants
- Scubbo
- His slightly bemused mother and grandmothers.
Plans
Hijack a road-trip to hit three hashes in one day for Scubbo's first geohashing experience. As it turned out, coyness nixed the first two...
Expedition
Scubbo
Unable to sleep the night before a long road trip (from Colchester to Sheffield to visit his younger sister at University), I was dreamily checking hash locations for the next day (I sure know how to live), when I noticed that our proposed route fell close to not one, not two, but THREE hash locations! As I'd never been able to visit a hash before (since I can't drive), this was too good an opportunity to miss!
Unfortunately, since my fellow travellers were orders of magnitude less geeky than I, I was a bit coy about suggesting that they add on a good hour to an already lengthy journey for reasons that would be hard to explain. I only plucked up the courage to venture the suggestion after the turning for the first two had passed. Zounds!
Nevertheless, once the subject was broached, they were surprisingly receptive (though initially a little bemused by the idea). We therefore resolved to turn off ahead to hit the 53,-1 hash.
Once the obligatory "shuffling-around-while-staring-at-a-GPS" had been done, and photos (to follow) had been snapped, we retreated to the car, with far less of a sense of anti-climax than I'd feared. This "spontaneous adventuring" business is fun...
Ooh, ooh, ooh, I got an achievement too!
Achievements
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Scubbo earned the Land geohash achievement
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Photos
My GPS. Yes, you can see my ugly mug reflected in it. Sorry about that.
The house nearest to the hash. The location would actually have been round the back, but I wasn't about to go knocking asking to see their back garden on my first hash!
Me in front of the house. Not quite visible - I was wearing my xkcd woodpecker shirt (unplanned) on the day of my first hash. It was fate!
