Well it’s been a while since I did my last post and I have been busy with farmers and their parts for harvest in between. Since harvest has finished and I am now on holidays I figured now was the time to finish our October long weekend caching trip that saw us last at Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt & ………. in Port Lincoln.

It was mid afternoon, and as we made our way down from Winters Hill we worked out we would have enough time to do a few of the easier caches before heading home.  We decided to work our way around the shore line starting at Kirton Point. So our first cache was going to be Floating Buoy. The Wife tried the “route to” function on the GPS and this took us to a dead end car park. Having lived in Lincoln for several years I took a different route that got us to within a 100m  of GZ. GPS was having a hissy fit but gave up in the end proudly announcing “You are approaching your destination”as if claiming it knew all along what it was doing. After a short walk along a well defined path we had to go scrub bashing, which the geokids decided wasn’t for them and gave up. The cache was located under a beautiful, large mallee tree hidden by the only camouflage available – bark and sticks.

After reminiscing for a while with the geokids about the Wifes and my earlier days at this local spot we drove to the next cache. We parked on the roadside directly opposite the GZ and set out. After sliding down an embankment about 10 feet high and fighting our way through the scrub and many ants and spiders, we came upon Jukes Lookout. It was about now that we noticed a footpath leading into and out of the GZ. The cache was found under a rusty piece of tin and we performed our duties as per geocaching rules and guidelines. once completed, we headed off along the path leading towards Kirton Point and guess what? It led us out to the road and about 30m behind where we had parked. Isn’t that always the way. Take the hard way in and find the easy way out.

So far so good. We had found 2 more caches and headed for another cache nearby, which was located at the Port Lincoln marina. Boy, this place has certainly grown in the last 20 years. I remember when the leisure centre was stuck in the middle of nowhere with a road around it. Now it seemed like it was in the centre of a mini city. Lemon Pepper Squid proved to be a bit harder to find as it’s GZ is located in rocks and rocks and me DO NOT get along very well at all. I had shifted a few rocks (no mean feat when each weighs in excess of a coupla ton), when a muggler stepped out onto his balcony and stared at C6 and me, I guess wondering what in the heck we were doing, before moving back inside into what I can only assume was a very plush and comfortable surroundings. It was only after the Wife was sitting on the edge of the breakwater and looking at a “doggy doo” (don’t ask me why? I don’t know why she would stare at a doggy doo), that she realised it wasn’t the afore mentioned, but actually one of those fake rocks that you can buy over the internet. Well spotted dear, but you still ain’t gonna get me to stare at doggy doo just in case it’s a cache, only a glance, long enough to step over it.

By now it was close to tea time, so we visited the popular chicken chain shop and grabbed a heap of chicken and drinks. We then drove from here to Rotary Ramble and sat in a very quiet park to eat tea before locating the cache. It was while we were feeding one (that’s right ONE, one only - meaning single) seagull a few of our chips that the geokids saw a fox slink around and then under our car. The Wife and I didn’t think it was, but stranger things have happened in a city, and we went to have a look only to find a really large ginger cat with a very fluffy tail. The Wife took a photo and we returned to the park bench to finish tea which the lone gull hadn’t even bothered to attack. I’m guessing it was a plover or crow or something in disguise as it wasn’t normal behaviour for a seagull. Any rate, with tea over and done with, C6 decided to have a play on the playground while H9 (from now on referred to as H10) and I went and found the cache. Quite easy to find in the tree hollow as the GZ was right on.

As time had really gotten away from us everyone agreed that it was time to go home. Actually the geokids had been complaining for half the day that it was time to go home and they didn’t want to do anymore caching. By now it was dusk and the Wife and I reckoned we had enough light to attempt one last cache. On the way out of town is the Axel Stenross Maritime Museum where the cache of First Landing is situated. Upon arriving at GZ we noticed a tree had been cut down recently and were disappointed we couldn’t find the cache. We assumed that the cache had been muggled and returned to the car wishing our weekend hadn’t finished this way. There always has to be one freaking cache that ruins a completely successful weekend and I’m sure that it occurs just so you have to revisit at another time to find it. So that was it, we had found 18 out of 20 attempted with a 90% strike rate. Not too shabby I guess. We travelled home to the sound of loud snoring coming from both the front and back seats. NO, I wasn’t asleep, the Wife was.