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.