Cache 300!

Okey, so this is where I realize that before I got the tattoo I managed to get my cache nr 300, but never wrote about it. It's not my style to aim for something simple for big milestones, so this one wasn't going to be any different.

I had heard of a cache with a terrain 5 only 15 minutes away by bus from my home. I heard it wasn't for people who where afraid of heights and that you could get pretty dirty.
So of course I was all over it. Or under it...

This is me. 
I'm in the left corner.
Under a bridge that shakes every time a train passes.
About 10 meters above ground.
See that pillar going across to both sides?
The cache was hidden behind it.

This is where I discovered that I'm Not afraid of heights, it's the hard ground below me that feels a lot more threatening.

I hurt my knee in july, btw, but being the stubborn girl I am, the hospital has still not been visited, despite everyday pain and difficulties to walk. I never said I have smarts...
So naturally Utilikiltarian was worrying for my well-being, the silly boy, asking me to let him get it instead, I just laughed, jumped up on the beam and bit my tongue so I couldn't sqeak in pain every time I crawled one step forward.
It was going to be my 300th and I'd be damned before letting anyone get it for me.

Obviously I survived and being the generous person I am I let Utilikiltarian put the cache back. (You know, so he did something for logging it).
Btw: How awesomely placed was that random"Hey" tag? Haha.


That's the story, folks.
For the record my knee still hurts and getting that trackable-tattoo on the other leg didn't exactly make my walking any easier, but it doesn't stop me from caching. And no, I still haven't gotten it checked out.

Find it, log it, rock it.
ThatDamnCat

Hello, My name is Trackable.

Sooo...  Have I mentioned before that when I find something I like, I tend to stick by it like fast-drying glue between a kids fingers (I was going to write Five-year-old, but to be honest...  I  Glued my fingers together with superglue when I was 14 -.-).
This means that when I find something I like, I go All Out.

I'm not a sports fan, just sayin'. I've thought people who are so into their football/soccer/icehockey/andSoOnAndSoOn-team, are... Funny.  Yes, I can't explain it any other way, as it simply has not made any sense to me.  I have several times, last time being last night, met people who's actually tattooed, TATTOOED (!) their team logos onto their bodies.
It made no sense to me. I have tattooes, but still it made no sense.
Then I encountered Geocaching...


I'll be honest. Kick-ass-honest.
I have only been geocaching since April 2011, that makes about... 6 months from then to now.
I'm in love. No, I'm addicted. But in a really cool way, really.
I've lost weight since I started.
But the one thing that matters most to me; I am outside and I've even talked to people.
You see,  I suffer from a social phobia. To me, taking the bus during rush hour can be equal to hell on earth.  Just last year I barely left the house, causing a strain on my relationship with Utilikiltarian when I had a panic attack everytime he wanted me to go outside with him. Eventually I got extremely sick, finding out that there's a difference between low B-vitamin and No D-vitamin. (D-vitamin is the thing that the sun gives you, something I made a huge effort to avoid).

It was hard times. It still is. But thanks to Geocaching, I suddenly found myself wanting to leave my apartment, my safe zone. I wanted to wander out, I didn't mind talking to strangers when they asked what I was doing and not once did I feel the fear of dying (dramatic, yes, but this is how it was for me, in my head. I go outside = I Die.).
The me six months ago and the me now, is two completely different people. I've even been at two Geocaching events, meeting And talking to other geocachers who, I can bet my life on, has no idea I suffer from the issues I do.

So how am I going to show my appreciation, my devotion? 
I made myself a trackable.  

ThatDamnCat's trackable. Code hidden for your inconvenience, haha.

It's on my leg and I love it. 
And if I one day would go completely bonkers, hit my head or have brain surgery that in anyway would make me want to stop geocaching.... Then the Code is an awesome ice-breaker and brain tease to any muggle who sees it. Believe me, I know...


You find me, you find it.  Thank you.

Geo-whiners

So, I'm a bit annoyed right now to be honest, which might affect my writing.
I got the following message today on the first cache I ever placed myself.

(Translation:  I don't get this one

why is the cache-box far away on a sidestreet of the graveyard?

you can barely see the graveyard

when a cache is supposed to honor a certain beautiful place it should be in an immediate closeness

bad gps-signals in the area makes it hard to find)

Firstly: LEARN TO USE FUCKING PUNCTUATION AND CAPS!

Secondly: READ THE GORRAM DESCRIPTION!

  The thing about this one was that the rules had been updated not to put anything inside or at the fence of Graveyards in Norway, which limited my placing-options and I also had to consider being at an approved distance from three other caches surrounding mine. I DID STATE THIS AT THE VERY TOP OF THE DESCRIPTION! GAH!

My reply became the following:
Reply to McFalcken about Gamlebyen Gravlund:  
As you Should have read in the beginning of the cache-description I had no way of placing it in an immediate closeness to the graveyard, as I am not allowed to place anything Inside or by it's borders AND I had THREE other caches to squeeze this one in between. It was either to place it where I did or not at all. 
Deal.


Am I overreacting?  Maybe. Or maybe I'm just sick of norwegian cachers who seem to love putting others down in their logs.
Never, ever, EVER, piss a cacher off while she's PMS'ing.  Your asshole-ness will be Pwnd.

FTF and 200!

I have to tell you guys about this, seeing how anyone who isn't playing just doesn't get the awesomeness of what happened.
You see, yesterday I found my 200th cache.
It was a mystery. 
In another country than the one I live in. 
Difficulty Four. 
And my first FTF! 

I stumbled upon it by accident while browsing for caches to take while me and Utilikiltarian are on our vacation in Sweden. Mysteries while on vacation is a rarity, but I got curious what this one was about and eventually mathematical equations were rolling around in my head like crazy. I HAD to solve this one!
It had already been up for weeks without anyone solving it, so of course the hope of maybe being the FTF was too much to miss out on.

FAIL!

After days and days of errors on geochecker I stare at the papers next to me, covered in scribbles and numbers. I was giving up, it just wasn't my turn.
Then I saw it.
The first number sequence, on the first paper... Could it be that easy? 


CORRECT!


As it turned out i had the answer all along, I was just thinking too complicated, convinced it had to be multiplied, added, morphed.
But there it was, the green light.  I squeaked (I know, I'm such a girl) and ran to the train, afraid that with my luck someone would find it during the 40 minutes it would take me to get there...

They didn't. I got it. I frikkin' rock. 

Cache: "IDM One" Completed!

Geocaching - An obsession. 

ThatDamnCat

Mystery cache published!

I've been thinking of creating this mystery-cache for a while and finally I got it made and it was published this morning!

"Crappy Business"

To me a mystery-cache doesn't just have to be a history-lesson, a math problem or anything that you have to search the interwebs to find the answers for.  No, sometimes I think that as long as the information you want to get out gets through, that's good enough.  

So my cache is exactly that. I have all the information needed to finish the cache in the text itself. What better way to make sure people really read it?  

Of course, typical of me, this cache is a bit unusual in it's content.... 

You see, it's about poop. Dog-Poop to be exact.

Of course, the final location is in the woods, as my favourite caches always are.

It's about me being so sick of people not picking up after their pets and being the math-nerd that i am I calculated through statistics how many dogs are in the area and how long it would take for them to cover Oslo, Norway's main street in shit. 

Not interesting to you?  It doesn't matter, as long as you remember the info. And believe me, odds are that you will. 

Geocaching - For tough cookies. 

ThatDamnCat

recruiting.

I am one of those people that when I find something I like I get hooked 100%  and I just have to share it to my friends that might like it too. If it wouldn't have been for my friend telling me about it, I would still be a muggle. So I repay the favor by passing it forward.

I started alone, just me and my dog. He's a great distraction to muggles, but there's only so many one way conversations you can have before you seem completely bonkers, haha.
He doesn't have a GC-account, naturally, but he is the holder of "The Code of Logan".

Then I told Thea, my best friend. She tried it out for a while, but it wasn't until she found her first cache all on her own that I saw the glint in her eye that I've been waiting for.
She's the one, the only... ConfusedMuffin

Eventually I made my Mr Kilt try it out too. And by "made" I mean forced, for real. He's a bit of a lazy-butt, but eventually he got hooked on it as well (Ah, who can deny the pleading of a woman you love?).  My daring, darling Utilikiltarian.

My latest recruit is none other than Mr Kilt's godsister. She was hiking in Machu Pichu when I got a hold of her online and she loved the thought so much she made me figure out if there was any nearby here right then and there. It wasn't, but as soon as she got back hom she made me give her a crasch course in the awesomeness that is Geocaching.
Behold:  NeuroticMinx

This is my treasure hunting crew and I couldn't ask for a more awesome group of friends. This is my tribute to you, and my thank you for always having you around and ready for a new adventure.