We left off with my GPS finally working, or more like me finally figuring out my way too technical for my own good GPS.
Teresa came into town, without taking the long way/wrong way through El Paso, Texas. Needless to say I think her drive was a little bit more enjoyable this time.
So we finally headed out, ready to seize the day! Ready for geocaching glory!
Than we headed off down the road for some caches I had been saving for our little caching adventure!
Pennies From Heaven was a lot harder than it should have been for us, and after taking way to long to find a 1.5 difficulty rated cache, I started worrying about the outcome of our caching glory.... Pretty much we looked under all the wrong damn mesquite trees, getting battle scares in the process, before we realized the hint "Look in the middle of 3. It has a purple lid" was right in front of us. At least we prevailed, so there was hope for us yet.
By the end of the day we were cussing armadillogal, who placed a majority of the caches we found, or didn't find over the weekend.
Its about this time, after only the third cache of the day that I started to develop GPS Envy. You see, my GPS isn't a paperless GPS unit, meaning mine doesn't hold info like the cache hints or last logged entries or cache description. Mine only shows the cache name and the Latitude and Longitude. Teresa's is far more user friendly, shows ALL the cache information from GEOCACHING.COM.... AND it's in color.. yeah total envy.
Mine is NOT in color like the picture here, it is more of a grayish screen which holds no information while Teresa's is a plethora of information that I only have dreamed about up until this moment. No wonder I have wanted to throw mine off a mountain so many times.. I bought the damn wrong GPS..
Needless to say I will be purchasing a Magellan Explorist in the VERY near future!
So next down the road came Gnome, which after reading the description, we both got somewhat excited to see a large garden gnome out in the middle of no where..... We were instead extremely disappointed by what we found.
After disappointment at the Gnome, we drove down the road to The Purrfect Cache a pretty easy P&G if you pull on the right piece of metal. The cache had a large container, which isway more fun to find than micros so we loaded it up with goodies. The next cache, I Hear the Train a Comin, was one of those caches which is just a piece of Tupperware in the middle of a desert under a mesquite tree.... And we love it for its simplicity.. There is no aggravation, such as we found at the next cache.
So on we go down the road to the next closest cache, Flashing Allowed Here. Let me just say to the Cache Owner, Necki, "DAMN YOU"! This was such an awesome hide! It took us literally like 20 minutes and us almost giving up before we found it and commenced to beating our heads on the ground! The cache "experience" for this one goes something like this....
Thankfully the next few were pretty easy and soon restored our faith in Geocaching and our caching abilities. We found Nuts About You quickly, loved the container, and took a picture with a horse of a different color.
|The disheveled look must be from the previous cache...|
One Big Nut
Better Out Than In was cute and gave this pregnant girl a place to relieve her bladder in a dry creek bed in the middle of nowhere.
It was after this cache that tragedy struck. My truck suddenly lost all power and my V-8 Hemi turned into a 4 cylinder... clearly not good. So I called the husband told him what was going on, he said he'd call the dealership since it's still under warranty and see when they could get it in the shop. And because we're not ones to sit around wasting precious caching time, we decided to continue caching until we heard back.
Little Yellow Spider was a quick P&G although it was located in what seemed to be someones garden/walking path. Neither Teresa and I are real comfortable yet with caching on someones private property... thankfully it was an easy find! After that cache the husband calls back and says they can get it in that day but they closed at noon, it was 1130. So wedrove as fast as our big ass Hemi 4 cylinder would go and headed into town.
I'm not really happy at this point as we were loosing precious caching time and the new truck we just bought was already having major problems... When we got to the dealership, they surprisingly don't argue when we ask for a rental replacement. They handed me the keys to a nice...... car.. Really a Hemi for a car...
We decided to have lunch while we are in town, loaded up in the car and started to back out of the parking lot.... The most horrible noise imaginable came from the breaks. So I stoped. I started to back up, and again... most horrible noise ever. Teresa and I looked at each other and our face both had the WTF expression.... So we looked over at the dealership employee standing next to the car.. and he didn't even react to the noise coming from the brakes... either he's deaf or just ignored it in hopes we didn't notice........
I looked at Teresa, told her oh hell no, so we went back into the dealership to tell them about the brakes, and they handed us another set of keys. This car however, was not even located on the lot. Third time is a charm though and they handed us the keys to what soon became known as the Clown Car....
The PT Cruiser is obviously smaller than anything I usually drive. See exhibit below: