On our way home from some sightseeing (the subject of a future posting) Denny asked if I wanted to look for a geocache that was nearby. Of course! So we turned off the main drag, located the general area of the cache and due to the sandy nature of the side road I was all set to walk, but Denny decided we'd drive down. I had my doubts but kept quiet. It was fine for most of the way, but was getting a little soft when we finally stopped. Do you know where this is heading?
We traipsed off and located the cache which was on the Colorado River. The cache itself had been "muggled", which means a non-geocacher had discovered it and destroyed the cache, taking the small toys/tradable items that had been inside. The log book for signing your name was off to the side, so I put it back inside its container and shoved it up under a bush so the owner of the cache (the person who originally hid it) can return and replace and/or re-locate the cache for future hunts. We walked back to the truck, got in and that's when the fun began! Long story short, we ended up axle deep in sand, the tow services wouldn't come out as they were afraid of getting stuck themselves, so we were digging out sand with our hands and finding scraps of boards to put under the wheels and trying to get out and not having any success. That's when Denny went up to the paved road and located a contractor at the new housing development being built right next to the road we were stuck on and one of them was kind enough to send over an employee with a back hoe who tied up to the frame of the truck and pulled us out the thirty feet we needed to get back on more hard-packed sand. Whew. They wouldn't allow us to pay them and I don't know the name of the company they worked for, but we were so grateful as otherwise I don't have a clue as to how we would have gotten out of there!
Denny is all for throwing out the GPSr and never going geocaching again
but we'll be discussing that!
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