Each summer of the
last three years I have made motorcycle trips to log a Geocache in each county
of a state. First was Idaho,
then Oregon and last summer Washington.
This year was to be Nevada. I had been down last fall on a chukar hunt
and thought I’d like to see more of the state.
As Nevada has only 17 counties it seemed like a good candidate for my first state this far from home. My adventure was to be a seven day trip beginning Saturday, May 12th. All the other states I had been able to break
up into more than one trip but because of the distance from home I decided to
attempt this in one haul. This journey
was truly “to hell and back”.
Thursday evening,
May 10th, daughter, Hallie, arrived by bus for a Mothers’ Day
weekend visit. We had a good visit and
Friday I made a 40 mile bicycle ride since I would not be on the pedal bike for
a week. It was cool the next morning so
I waited until 8:00 a.m. before leaving.
It was about 50 degrees here but I knew it would be much cooler going
over the higher elevation of the Camas Prairie.
That was the case, and I had planned two Geocache stops in the first 30
miles to warm up. I made one near the
bottom of the Culdesac grade and another at the top.
My plan was to
spend the first night with son, Milo, in Boise. When I made a stop for a cache in New Meadows
which is about half way, I discovered my bag had fallen off the side of my
motorcycle and was hanging there against the hot muffler. I hate to admit it but it was entirely my own
fault. I’ve only used the bag twice and
not since a year ago on my WA trip. I
had failed to fasten two bungee cords that were hidden in a compartment on the
bottom of the bag. The only damage done
was a hole burnt through a small pocket in the back and I hadn’t lost
anything. The rest of the trip to Boise was pleasant enough
and I took a little different route going through Emmett to avoid the
Interstate. I hadn’t been on that route
since my Idaho
trip three years ago. I picked up a few
caches along the way.
I got into Boise around 4:00 p.m. and Milo
and I took a walk around the neighborhood.
When we got back I decided to log the caches I had done
on the way down on the website . That’s when I
discovered that my GPSr had apparently had a hiccup and all of my Nevada caches were
gone. I had used GSAK (Geocachers’ Swiss
Army Knife) software to manage the caches and they were consolidated to one
file in my GPSr which is like a storage device.
The file was still there but nothing was showing when I would look where
the caches were supposed to be.
Fortunately I had a printed spreadsheet with all the caches listed. After Milo
and I had a Papa Murphy’s calzone we spent about two hours manually reentering
all the approximately 70 caches. I was very worried about
how the GPSr would hold up the rest of the journey. I had a simple eTrex unit as backup but it
had no mapping capabilities nor would it give me a readout of the caches. This trip is off to a great start.
First picture is of my departure, second one at a cache south of White Bird and the last of Milo and me. (To be continued) M/W
2 comments:
My but that's one big boy with his little papa! What a distortion! Milo isn't that big and Mike isn't that little -- not quite anyway.
Just wait -- this whole saga gets better. (I told him not to go to Las Vegas.)
They say that the bad times help us appreciate the good times. I don't know about that. Our Techie things are great until they're not.
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