I awoke before
5:00 a.m. and turned on the radio to find that it was already 81 degrees. I knew it was time to “get out of Dodge” so I
ate a couple of left over chicken tenders and finished packing.
Next I tackled the
ordeal of finding and hauling my gear to my motorcycle. I couldn’t jump from the 3rd level
to the 2nd as I had done the previous evening because my bags
wouldn’t fit through the bars. After
much wandering around and asking directions I finally made it to the right
level but at a different door from which I had originally entered. I found a security guard on a bicycle and
explained to him that I had parked my motorcycle opposite some numbered storage
doors but that didn’t seem to ring a bell with him. However, after a little more wandering around
I found it. I loaded up, fired up my
bike and was never so glad to hit the streets.
The Nevada
Counties Cache was located at the owner’s residence in southeast Las Vegas. It was several miles away but my 6:00 a.m.
start helped with the traffic problem. I
eventually located the very nice residential neighborhood and he had said the
cache was located in front of a glass brick window beneath a fiberglass rock. The coordinates took me to a house with a
glass brick window and a rock in front of it.
However, upon closer examination it wasn’t a fiberglass and there was no
cache under it. Looking around I
observed that almost all the houses had glass brick windows with rocks
in front of them. Fortunately, I had the
address and found the right house across the street and down from where the
coordinates took me. It’s a good thing
too because this fiberglass rock was behind a hedge and you couldn’t even see
it from the street. I signed the log
book and was soon happily on my way.
I had the
opportunity to get several more caches in Clark County
but the one I remember best is the one I didn’t find. It was almost a quarter mile off the highway
and required a climb to the top of a mesa.
It was a nice hike through the desert and I saw some lizards and plants
that I had never seen before. I looked
for quite a while on top of the mesa and one level down but finally had to give
up.
I had no disasters
this day although I did have one more DNF that was disappointing since I had
climbed up several levels of cliffs hunting for it. There was little traffic, the wind wasn’t bad
and some of the roads were pretty interesting.
After logging caches in the only remaining county, White Pine, I felt a
great sense of relief. I arrived in Eureka around 4:00 p.m.
with 322 miles for the day.
Eureka reminded me of a ghost town with people
still living there. The houses and
buildings were old and many businesses were closed. However, Eureka
is the county seat of Eureka
County and it appeared
the town was trying to hold on. They
were preparing for a car show the coming weekend and there were some little art
galleries and a museum trying to promote tourism. I had dinner at a decent restaurant (the only
one in town) across the street from my motel.
Ironically, this was the only place I stayed where there were no
vacancies.
I got my usual
early start the next morning and headed north getting a few caches in Eureka and Elko
Counties even though I
already had logged some in those counties.
I always like to Geocache on motorcycle trips because it forces me to
take breaks and keeps me fresh.
My plan was to
spend the night with son Clint in Gooding.
As I got to Wells, NV, and then on in to Idaho I was in the wind once more. At Twin
Falls where I turned west toward Gooding it was a
stiff head wind and I was on the Interstate again. I reached Clint’s place in mid afternoon after
having traveled 328 miles but he wasn’t due home from work until six. As this was my first opportunity to access a
computer since I was at Milo’s I spent the
time posting all the caches I had done and getting through my accumulated
e-mail.
We had a great
supper of tortillas that Clint and Elisha had prepared and relaxed around the
tv for a while. We didn’t stay up too
late as Clint leaves for work a little after 6:00 a.m. (To be continued) M/W
6 comments:
Wow! Murray thought he had it bad when he lost his drivers license in the Philly airport on his trip to CO last weekend. That's small potatoes brother! When Kelly wonders why I often forget things, at least I have evidence the source is genetic.
Yes, the source is genetic -- passed from male to male in the majority of hereditary lines. I've never heard another woman say that her husband was great at finding things.
That fiberglass rock is pretty special. I wouldn't like rustling around someone's property like that.
Hallie -- I agree. Rustling around on private property isn't for me either. And if I hadn't provided the physical address as well as the cords, M/W probably wouldn't have found the cache.
Why didn't you use your GPS to mark the coordinates of your motorcycle when you parked it?
Believe me, Leah, if I had parked outside I would have but I was in a multistory concrete parking garage and a GPSr cannot pick up satellite signals in that environment.
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