July 17th, 2006


Lehigh Valley

How Plush Husky learned to stop worrying and love the cannon

With the smoke alarm and the fire department investigation of the alarm last night, I didn't get to bed until it was pretty late. So I got up late. Given that, and given the heat today, I didn't think I would get around that much. But once again, I got 15 caches! Go figure.

Anyway, I went to Lehigh Valley. It's been a while since I was last here, so the locals have placed many geocaches in the meantime. Also, I went further into the northern reaches of the region than I've been before. I got as far as Walnutport and Palmerton, two sun-baked medium-sized towns up along Route 248. Most of the new caches were microcaches, often little film canisters. However, geocachers around here have a knack for hiding those in such a way that they're easy to find despite their size. Also, most of those caches came from the "Mother of All Caches" geocache, an ammo box full of film canisters ready to go with log sheets. I took one of the film canisters, so I'll be placing it somewhere near home.

I noticed that there's a new Sheetz store in Bethlehem. It's on Schoenersville Road, the same road as the Wawa store and not even a quarter of a mile away. So I had the best of both worlds. I got the iced tea at Wawa. Then I went over to Sheetz to get the nachos grande with every option on the menu selected. (so that the nachos platter had a pile of toppings on it. Delicious!) If they get an LJS there too, I may never leave. I also filled up at Wawa because gas prices were 20 cents/gallon lower than back in New Jersey. Amazing!

One advantage Sheetz has over Wawa is they have tables and chairs outside for you to sit and eat. However, having chairs outside leads to an influx of loitering teens. So, as I was having the nachos, I overheard them talking about lots of teen stuff, which means everything under the sun except for how the twin burdens of Social Security and Medicare will eventually crush their generation. But I digress. Anyway, I was done with the nachos and was about to leave when they started talking to me:
Loitering Teen #1: You can't leave!
Me: Sure I can.
I think that's the result of too much loitering. :)

The caches...Collapse )
No hunting

Field Work

Dog of War

Another hot day.

Since I still had the KFC gift certificate, I went to the Hillsdale KFC to use it. It was still pretty hot in the evening and I figured I might as well be somewhere with air conditioning and drink refills. Different people serving in the evening but they seem okay and pretty efficient too, although once again, the restaurant wasn't busy. This may be one of those places that never has a crowd.

Then I went to the supermarket and the Staples store in Park Ridge.

Then it still wasn't dark yet, so I hid the film canister that I got from Mother of All Caches. I placed it at the Chestnut Ridge Recreational Complex, less than a mile from home. I'd previously scouted out the trails behind the tennis court with an eye towards placing a regular-sized geocache. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a suitable spot. However, since the baby cache is a micro, it's much easier to place. Any small hole anywhere will do. Of course, I made the hint pretty explicit so as not to give other cachers a hard time.

Found one tick from the weekend. My father told me geocaching reminded him of field work. Back in the old country before he retired, he worked for the government under the Agriculture Department. So sometimes, he had to head out of the office and go to the boondocks somewhere to see what the rural folks were doing. That involved lots of walking through fields, mud patches, and rice paddies. And a number of times, he got bitten by leeches, which in some ways are more nightmarish than ticks. So now, I go through fields, wooded areas, and creeks in search of geocaches, and get ticks. Believe me, I tried to be different from my father but ended up not that different anyway! Go figure.