My 3 seconds of fame.

I feel like such a fangirl right now. First the TB-tattoo and now my dog and I are in one of geocaching.com's official videos!  Wiiiie!
Can you find me?

Don't hide who you are.
ThatDamnCat

Summer is here!

...And with it comes some sweaty, but awesome forest geocaching!
I got sick of seeing a "404" on geocache finds, I mean, it's like being stuck in error mode (Bad joke thursday, Ba Dum TSS!). So a trip was planned together with Ellinormor and out we went.

We bled, we fell, we slipped, we got our feet stuck in swamps... You know, like it's supposed to be.
We had planned to take a series of 13 caches called "Tur i Skogen" (Walk in the forest), but after four hours in the blazing heat (Norway decided to skip spring and go from freezing winter to summer-hell. Yeah... I'm not a fan of super warm weather...) we had gotten a hold of 11 caches, one not being part of the series, but more of a... "Oh look what I stumbled across"-type of thing. We agreed that it was enough for the day and started finding our way back.

Oh, and for the first time of my geocaching-in-Norway history we arrived to the area by car!  Okey, so to me it's a big deal, so let me have this one. I always take public transport, having to plan my trips carefully, memorize bus and subway switches and... Let's face it, it wrecks the fun a bit.

One of the awesome things with this walk was that ALL caches were regular sized, something you don't see too often, at least not here in Oslo... Or in Stockholm...  And yes, my face goes bright red at the smallest hint of exercising, but I'll give you this one. Look, a cache!

Oh, while stumbling along one of the few paths we managed to find we bumped into this rebel of a tree which had ibvously gotten sick of the tree-type conformity and decided to grow horizontally instead.
(This is also the first full body picture of me taken in years. Just sayin'.)

So! If you find yourselves in Oslo, Norway and want to get out of the city centre, then this is a great place to visit.

A newly broke geocacher usually has a good GPS.
ThatDamnCat

400th adventure.

This will be the first post without a single geocache in the photo, but I did grab seven of them, passing my 400th find. But what I want to share this time is an adventure me and my favourite englishman found ourselves in on a sunny day in a Norwegian forest.
 I love geocaching in Norway, you are always less than 30 minutes away from beautiful nature, no matter where you start off.

It started with a sunny, fantastic day, perfect for a forest hike.  The birds were singing, the lake was glistening... And the gun shooting range on the other side caused echoes bouncing off the trees.

We went upp and down, climbing, laughing, balancing and sliding. The bridge-like thing in the background freaked me out, so while the englishman walked over it without any trouble, I stumbled around on the rocks next to it, claiming "Please, I'm not scared of no sticks, I just want to take the tricky way!" (Yeah, very convincing....)

Suddenly we find ourselves stuck between a rock and a hard place.  And yes, of course there was a geocache in the furthest back. It was hard not thinking of the wonders of nature when stumbling over beautiful areas like this.

As we kept walking everything became more beautiful and we stumbled across a trickling little water fall with Clean, yes, I said it, Clean water. It tasted delicious. At one point I ended up dancing around underneath it as well, which thankfully, there's no pictures of.

After a while we discover that we're facing a mountain which supposedly has a geocache at the top. Naturally, we arrive from the "wrong side", but thinking it couldn't be That far, we began climbing the steepest and most difficult area I've ever encountered. Hanging off of tree-roots, trying to stand on rocks that start rolling downhill while bouncing off of other rocks....
After about an hour we reached the point we thought was the top. Oh yeah, we were wrong, big time!
The above picture is the view from what turned out to be only half way up.
We seriously considered giving up and going back down - for about three seconds. Looking where we had come up, we realized fast that there was no chance of us getting down alive, so our only choice was to keep climbing. Typical, eh?

We did get to the top, eventually and finally.  The view and 30 minutes of breathing made it easy to forget the horrific experience. 

This became the last photo taken, and might as well. Trying to descend from the other side we got completely lost, I almost ended up getting bit by the only venomous snake in the frikkin' country, we accidentally got a wee bit too close to the shooting range and in the end we found ourselves in the middle of nowhere, among barnyards, cows, tractors and fields.

As I am writing this you realize that I survived, which is awesome. 

But overall, it was a pretty awesome day. I passed my 400th find and learned that when faced with danger, i have some kick ass reflexes for a chubby chick, haha. 

Geocaching to escape from reality.

ThatDamnCat

Too stubborn to admit defeat.

If you are a geocacher I'm sure you've encountered a cache or two that just does not want to be found. You know, the kind that no matter how long you spend looking for it it just refuses to show up. So you declare that it has clearly been muggled. I mean, c'mon, finding these things is a talent we have down fo sho! (Sorry for the type of writing style, I'm having a fever and choose to blame it for any insanity I spew out today). But when you log onto the page to give out your expertise on how this obviously needs replacement, you discover someone has found it AFTER you were there yourself.  The tip of it all is a "Easy find, my 3 year-old found it from a kilometer away".
... Alright, so not exactly like that, but you know what I mean. It is sure to put your ego down a notch.

I´ve had many caches like this, but this one takes the price. At least i was lucky that more people than me left the location with a DNF, but it was worse for me. Yep, I said it. (Again, soooo sorry. I turn into a whiny five year old when I'm sick).
You see, this cache has for almost a year been the one closest to my home still to be found. I mean, sure if it was a mystery or something super advanced, but no. It's a frikkin Traditional and driving me bonkers. the first 6 months it was disabled, when the snow came it got impossible to get to it, but all the time in between..... Gah! It even had a spoiler-pic. SPOILER PIC! It makes it sound easy, doesn´t it?

Four Times did I go to try and find it.
Four times that I spent about an hour crawling in the mud, turning over stones and even checking if it had fallen into the nearby river.  Nothing! At one point I even lost my dog (who is lousy at geocaching, btw, so no help there). Lucky for me he's a total coward and started howling like mad when he ran into a tree. (Yeah, he really isn't very smart, that one).
I'm not the kind of person who admits defeat, in fact, I never really do. I can take a "long" break, sometimes for years, but I do not give up. (For example, my seventh grade substitute teacher is still waiting for my report on the solar system. No seriously, she found me on facebook and told me. O.o) 
I decided to do the best thing under the cicumstances, asked for CO to confirm it had not dissapeared (as I said, I wasn't the only one leaving with a DNF) and put it on my watchlist.
Imagine my surprise when after a month of silence, including from the CO, someone out of nowhere logs it as found!
That was it for me, I will NOT let this cache get the better of me, probably cause I realized I passed that point the moment I got pissed off at a complete stranger for finding something I couldn't. (Competitive, anyone?).

I packed my bag, leashed the dog and promised myself that I would Not leave the cache-area until the cache was found. Of course saying this was basically challenging any higher power, kind of like saying "It can't get any worse", and they delivered.
The rain started pouring down like mad, the forest path to the area was one giant slippery slope of mud and the river next to the GC-area was flooded.


On the good side, I didn't have to worry about muggles.

I did indeed find the cache that time, but I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry when I did. Not only did it only take ten minutes to find it (so a total search time over all being 4 hours and 5 minutes. Ugh...) but it turned out to be hidden at a place I had, in fact, checked All Four Times  without spotting it. It's not like one of those specially made containers, just a frikkin box covered in black duct tape.
That's right, I was outsmarted by Tape! (Made me feel about as intelligent as my dog).

Wet dog and a wet cat with the geocache

Speaking of nothing, those five minutes was all it took for me to be covered in mud up to my knees and elbows. I'm pretty sure the busdriver that took me home tried to telepathically send me evil threats about what he would do if I tried sitting down and make the seat all muddy.

The area was a beautiful forest path, though, even in the rain, so I gave it a favourite point and definitely recommend it to other cachers, just...
Try to take it on a dryer day, alright?
Svartdalen - eo #27

Cache like no one is watching.
ThatDamnCat

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.