rapunzel, let down your hair
Mar. 13th, 2010 21:57![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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up a little earlier, so we could go a bit further afield. drove up to parksville and rathtrevor beach. too early in the season for the brant geese, but hey, we were cache hunting. went to different part of the park, where we hadn't been before. this is one of the busiest parks as soon as it gets warm, many resorts nearby. so this is the perfect time to go geocaching.
GCK03R [DIGITAL GUILT] -- bad reception on the HTC dream meant i put the coords for the cache into my forerunner. we got pretty close to the cache after i started actually listening to my developing geosense. but the description distracted me way too much; i kept looking for a tree with a branch close to the ground. and for yellow flagging tape. well. "close to the ground" translated to REALLY CLOSE to the ground, and did you know that branches are not necessarily attached to trees? yeah. and the yellow flagging tape had disintegrated to a small knot on a salmonberry bush, which we didn't see until after we had found the cache.
which was in very sad shape; the lid was broken, and several cm of water had collected inside. we poured it out, but that was all we could do for it because we don't carry a repair kit with us yet. rescued a travel bug which had been sitting in there since january; "A Beautiful Picture 2", which consists of a waterproof (yay!) camera that the cacher is supposed to point at pretty spots near the cache where the bug gets deposited.
saw several deer, one of which ambled really close past me, but alas it was too dark to get a good shot of it. there's an old orchard, with trees starting to bloom.
we puttered around so long trying to find this cache that the one was all we had time for. stopped in parksville to eat; "the china garden" had a chinese smorg, which was halfway decent, but nothing to really remember. except maybe for the goth jellow, which was so dark purple that it looked black, and whose flavour i could not determine. the paramour, trained by a childhood that featured truckloads of cheap jello, immediately identified it as "grape". no actual grape i ever had tasted like that.