Geocachers come in every size, color, nationality, gender,
and education level which in itself is not peculiar for a hobby. What is
peculiar is we all have a strong sense of curiosity mixed with adventure. How
else can you explain a 55 year old grandmother in rubber boots and dress wading
across a muddy ditch to find a small box in the woods behind a superstore? That
is odd behavior considering she's a court reporter or dentist, or professor.
What could possibly motivate this normally prim person to step over blown
debris, broken glass, through thorns and poison ivy to possibly wander around
"back there" for 20 minutes swatting mosquitoes by the hundreds?
Normal hobbyists do not put themselves through this much
abuse for so little return. In fact, this woman's husband, who is an avid
golfer, sits in the air conditioned car in the back of the parking lot and
watches a YouTube golf match while his obsessed wife side-steps a snake 80 feet
away. Normal husbands would be worried for her safety. He's just glad she
didn't ask him to join her.
When this normally well-coifed lady kicks off her rubber
boots and slips back into her heels, she rattles on enthusiastically describing
in great detail the container, location, degree of difficulty, and the many
hazards she experienced. He looks at her smile and the sticks in her hair and
nods. He doesn't see the allure and fascination of the game, but if it makes
her happy and he can stay in the car and out of the woods, he is more than
happy to go with her.
My observation as to what common traits we appear to have is
elusive at best and I pride myself on paying attention to detail. Wait, that is
another item we tend to share. We are detail people. I've often wondered why
the police departments don't ask geocachers to a crime scene to find out what
they see. We not only look, but we see, if that makes sense and the sooner you
develop this observation skill, the quicker you will find the containers or
boxes.
Here in the Houston
area, it appears to be an equal number of men and women who play the game,
which I think qualifies as being peculiar. On top of that, most married people
play the game sans their mate. That is also odd for a hobby. Geocachers tend to
be more outdoorsy than most other hobbyists. Geocachers are the new
outdoorsmen, as we spend more time in the woods and out of the way places than
hunters. We are more likely to be in some remote place than any other
mainstream hobbyists also.
Geocachers appear to have a nerd gene despite all
appearances to the opposite. They also tend to talk to themselves when on the
hunt. They say stuff like, "The hint says small rock," or "I see
you Mr. poison ivy!" They purchase all kinds of stuff and accouterments to
aid them caching and then forget to bring it or leave it in the car. Why is
this so and why do I still do it knowing it is stupid? There is an unwritten
law which states we must forget one important item when we go out caching.
For the most part, geocachers are friendly and like to eat.
They are also generous and will share anything at any time. Cachers are
opportunists with the hobby always lurking in the background. Otherwise how do
you explain our curious tendency to find a cache in the cemetery after a funeral?
I clearly remember the first time I did that.
Geocachers have photographic memories of where a cache is
located, but can't remember what they ate for lunch yesterday. They point at
various locations whenever they travel about town with their muggle mate and
announce, "There is a geocache right there," and always get the same
silent response. We will jump through hoops to add a souvenir badge to our
profile, or dash like a lunatic to get a FTF on a cache. Never mind that it
looks idiotic to everyone who doesn't play. "What? You went where at
3:30am to do what?"
I'm omitting a number of the traits that make us a peculiar
bunch, but I think its safe to say there is a very common thread that unites us
happy adventurists. Maybe you can write me to add them to this list.
1 comment:
Jennifer Schaudt-Seal: geocaching is what happens when nerds go outside in the day light.
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