Tell me a story in the USA

A while back I introduced you to my new travel bug “Tell me a story” and thought I would revisit this topic as the notebooks journey has well and truly begun.

“Tell me a Story”

I did indeed take it to Piratemania V where it was discovered by hundred’s of piratey geocachers and was given a good start by having a couple of stories added to it. Whilst at Piratemania V I had the pleasure of meeting a co-founder of Geocaching – Bryan and had hoped that he would seek us out on the camp and add his own story to my travel bug, but alas it was so busy with 900+ geocachers all wanting to meet Bryan and Groundspeak Lackey, Jonathon. Perhaps one day “Tell me a Story” will find its way to Geocaching headquarters!

Anyhow lets get back on track…

Once home from Piratemania V I got the book ready for its long journey to North Carolina and to debaere. Having now travelled over 4000 miles, the stories have started to come in. Debaere kindly took some photo’s of some of the stories so that I was able to share them with you.

Mayberry Zoo

The Tale Of The First Lamp Post.

This story recounts the true tale of a man. A hairy man. A jolly man. A fat man (no, not *that* jolly fat man!). This man goes by the name of G. O. Cacher. He is, of course, Canadian. 

At the time this story is set, he has only recently been blessed with the knowledge of obscure objects, caches, stashed in the secret places of the world. His newfound mission is to seek out these objects He has only found a few, but he waits with anticipation of more adventures.

Alone he sits in the dark comfort of his living room, when such a racket as has never befalled him before rang forth, shattering the peaceful quiet. That sound indicates the birth of a brand new container. That sound was a notification from Lackeys Of Groundspeak.

Intrigued with the possibilities a brand new cache may bring, he suits up and heads out the door. Thus a new adventure begins.

The hunt leads him to the parking lot of yonder Aldi. It was quiet… too quiet. The wind blows through his hair. The search for the mystery object begins.

In a 30 foot radius he begins to spiral inwards, looking under every rock and in every tree. Success, however, would elude him. Perplexed he reassesses the scene. There are trees, a few rocks, and a lamp post. The trees are empty, and the upturned rocks refuse to give up their secrets. There is nothing on the post, but maybe… just maybe… the lamp post holds more secrets than it lets on. 

A closer examination reveals that not everything is as it appears. Not everything is attached. The skirt moves. It lifts. Could it be? Yes. There is the sacred object he seeks!

Elation ensues. Caches are opened. Log books are signed. Containers are replaced. Success is declared. The adventure concludes.

As time passes our hero returns to the hunt again and again. Often sparring with his old nemesis, the lamp post. Time and again he defeats this foe. Each time he remembers fondly his first encounter with the lamp post, and how sweet that conquest tasted. Weary he lifts the skirt again, wishing he was back at his first time, the only time, when the lamp post cache was cool.

Ok, ok, the second time was cool too. Debaere”

Hibriten Hunters

“Out for my days walk while attending Pirate Mania V. Seems like many people I got the navigation on this one at the garden centre a bit wrong. Fortunately for everyone else they managed to pass through eventually without any major issues. But not so for me, I got collared by the old man who lived at the house who came screaming up to me on his sitting on his lawnmower.

It was fair to say he was pretty livid with what we he saw as people walking all over his lawn all ‘b***dy weekend’; I fully understood that I apologised to him and explained that the OS map goes a bit vague and it looks like the path could go through there. He then told me I was talking ‘b***dy rubbish’ and that he’d been living there for years. I showed him the map and he told me that I couldn’t possibly see on a map of that ‘b***dy’ scale before steaming off on his sit on lawnmower… without telling me the right way.

My personal view is that the area needs to sign posted properly…. and if he can’t see a 1:25000 scale OS map, not even question why I was tramping about dressed as a pirate then he need to go to bl**dy specsavers. smile

USEFUL DIRECTIONS; if you are doing series anti-clockwise, as you approach the garden centre, go to the left of the building and up the side; up on the bank as you go around you will see the stile. DON’T go upsetting the lawnmower man by going anywhere near the house to the right of the garden centre. If you’re going the other direction you probably won’t have the issue.

Oh, the cache was a quick find!
many thanks,

Borrowed-wine”

AtlasYMM

So there we have it, the first of what I hope will be many stories to come! If you come across “Tell me a story” then add your tale and please share that tale on the travel bug page on Geocaching.com

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One thought on “Tell me a story in the USA

  1. jesselunsford

    This is, by far, the best travel bug idea I have come across during my short time in the game. I will be watching for this one to come anywhere near my part of the world. It would be neat to read the stories from the imaginations of so many Geocachers.

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