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Revision as of 01:23, 7 August 2011
| Sat 6 Aug 2011 in 44,-122: 44.9349782, -122.4725153 geohashing.info google osm bing/os kml crox |
Location
In the woods 18 road miles south of Mollala.
Participants
Expedition
In the morning, I ran ten miles. That's not material to the Expedition, I'm just boasting.
After drying off, I waffled about whether I wanted to spend a Saturday afternoon driving a long ways to get to a random point in the woods. When I consulted with Mrs.5000, it emerged that not only had I never attempted the Springfield graticule myself, but that -- startlingly -- it has only one documented expedition to its name, and that in early 2009. That settled things.
An hour or so of driving got me to the forested area of the Cascade foothills where the hashpoint was located. Navigation got increasingly difficult as I got further into the woods, as is usually the case, and a first foray down increasingly primitive forest roads got me no closer than a half mile across obviously rugged terrain. Happily, I was able to backtrack to an inconspicuous side route, and taking the road less traveled by I was able to get to within 2/3 mile -- but with a good track heading in the right direction -- before I decided to park and hike in rather than risk the tires.
At this point, I was startled to see not one but two other vehicles on the road. "OMG Geohashers!" I thought, irrationally. And indeed, they turned out to be people working some sort of small-scale logging operation. "Just out hiking?" asked a bemused young man. "Yep," I replied. About 1/2 mile from the point, I turned off onto a yet more obscure path, past a gate, and up a very steep slope. It was a fairly rugged uphill trek for someone who felt he had already had his exercise for the day, but it did bring me to within 100 feet of the hashpoint, which was then just a quick bushwhack in through the woods. I planted a stick with my calling card -- literally -- against the infinitesimal chance that somebody else also decided to take a swing at the Springfield graticule today. And then I started home.
