It’s Not About the Containers
Several years ago a local geocacher wrote about how the game could help preserve our collective memories. I have always believed that and it has influenced who I am in the game and logs I have written — photos, streams of consciousness, high strangeness, social change, and more. The Caching Diaries are the memories that are important to me. With bonus content on BlueSky.
From Alaska
From Alaska - Part of my soul will always be there. These logs include stories of the Sleeping Lady, the ethics of the Iditarod, and Denali.
The Queen of Rivers All
When kayak-caching I heard this song in my mind: “The Albion River is the Queen of Rivers All.” But it was also true that the Albion Snag is king of all the snags. Even if you don’t find a container, remember the song and its its refrain, “we are somebody o.”
Writing-on-Stone
Writing-on-Stone is a place where rock art and hoodoos come together. It is the center of the Blackfoot nation and reaches into the heart of the earth. The beautiful rock formations hold a deep wisdom.
A Tale of Two Henges
Is a henge more than a henge? This is among the questions in a tale of two henges. Whether it be Ryanhenge or Carhenge, a roadside attraction awaits.
The Mystery of Emily’s Bridge
Emily’s Bridge Returns, a Vermont covered bridge with a ghost story. There may or may not be no ghosts, but even its popularity as an instagram site cannot detract from its mystique. And in the background, you might hear a song for Emily . . .
Rowling Needs to Talk to Dobby
Dobby’s Grave emerged as a spontaneous tribute to a fictional character who was real enough to be mourned. He became a symbol that went beyond the book or movie. JK Rowling needs to talk to Dobby about the importance of freedom and respect.
A Plaster Cast
A trip to see a plaster cast of David and a cache that asks finders to write something in rhyme. Perhaps I wrote too much by posting rhyme but I am glad the cache encourages people to write more than TFTC.
Vindicated by a Confession
As a storm rolled in, we stopped at a grave in Kansas to think about the limits of Justice. Walter Scheck had been assumed to be guilty in an alleged murder-suicide. There was a rush to judgment with no inquest, yet things were not so simple. Years later his family learned of a deathbed confession.