This past weekend I hit a geocaching milestone. I found my 1000th geocache find. Many of my 1000 were located in parking lots or on guardrails, or other places that took little to no skill to find. Not to say that I haven’t had my fair share of memorable caches in that 1000 though. There have been some amazingly creative hides, historic places, challenging hikes, and of course the tunnel crawls. Of course my 1000th cache could not be one of the basic urban hides. Instead I had to challenge myself with a crazy climb to the top of a rusty old crane.
I was looking for an adventure, and boy did I find one. One that would challenge me mentally, physically, and push me beyond what I thought my limits were. I now know that I can do a lot more than I thought possible. But not for quite some time since my muscles are still killing me.
Much like anything else in life not all caches are equal. Some involve long hikes or even swimming and diving. While others require nothing more than locating the correct lamp post in the Walmart parking lot. Today I did one of the cruelest caches I’ve ever done.
What is an adventure? Does adventure lie in the destination? Can you truly plan an adventure? Or is planning the counter-intuitive anti-adventure? Many people subscribe to the the cliched, yet true, “it’s about the journey not the destination” mindset. To me the best adventures occur happen when random chance crashes into good planning and ends with a smile and a great story. Right now I’m planning something that may be my next great adventure.
It’s been a while since I’ve done some “good” geocaching. No lamp posts, no guardrails, nothing with a rating of 1/1. (Overall difficulty / terrain difficulty) Nothing too urban that involves park and rides, bus stops, or parking lots. I haven’t been in the woods in a while or done a good multi-cache. Well today I broke that dry spell. I found an awesome series of caches that took me all around uptown Charlotte introducing me to different parks and monuments that honor our veterans.
My mind always seems be very active. Sometimes I’m trying to think forward and solve a mystery in a book I’m reading or show I’m watching. Other times, when I’m not purposely or actively thinking about things, my brain may be churning away on a problem from work or enlightening me with random thoughts from my subconscious. Many of which scare me. I even have a few “million dollar ideas” in my head that have sprouted up a few times that I’d be willing to sell to you for a fraction of that price. But one of my favorite ways to spend my free brain cycles is geocaching.
I’ve been doing a lot of writing lately about finding the unique places and fun things to do in and around Charlotte. Well I found a good one this weekend. The Lazy 5 Ranch in Mooresville, about 30 miles north of Charlotte, fits both the unique and the fun aspect of my wants. It’s guaranteed to be an adventure, lots of laughs and, if your trip is anything like mine, some good stories.
So many places, so little time. That’s what it feels like when I start planning trips. Between the time off work, and the cost of even the cheapest hotels I start to get frustrated. But that doesn’t stop me from dreaming and trying to find good places and roads to travel. After a short, 30 minute ride in the crisp 40 degree weather Sunday I decided to start jotting down some ideas that have been rolling around in my head for a while.
It’s cold outside. A rainy, yucky, slushy mess. I feel like it’s mid-December and I’m living in Pennsylvania again. Mid-December is not supposed to be like this in Charlotte. Not in the South. Not in MY south at least. Between the lack of sunlight and being held hostage by the cold many people say that they get depressed, or even S.A.D. during these long frigid winter months. I’ll admit that I become a little stir crazy at times myself, but I’ve found a way to get me through it. Planning