Joined: June 2001
||Posted: Mar. 20 2003,10:27 am
"Most husbands would take their wives out for dinner on Valentine's Day - not Ian, he took me for a quick(?) dash after work!!!"
"I discovered that the exclamation here in Australia for a zeroed dashpoint is "YOU BLOODY BEAUTY!!" (in this case followed by 'Happy Valentine's Day Patrizia')."
That's Geodashing in Australia with Ian and Patrizia.
"The DP lies in a plowed field 190m west of Squaw Creek Trail. I walked out toward the point, after about 50m mud began to build up on boots. When I reached 60m from the DP the mud was getting quite deep. It was not just mud; this field was fertilized with cow manure before the fall plowing. I called the 60m close enough and trudged back to the car. Sudjai found a plastic bag for my boots before she let me back in the car."
That's Geodashing in the United States with Tom Arneson.
Let's all give a special thank you to family and friends who tolerate this odd hobby.
"Heading back along the track I took the wrong line around a heap of gravel dumped in anticipation of doing some hole-filling and my front tyre slipped into a drainage ditch cut alongside the road, dragging the rear tyre in behind. Great. I was stuck with the chassis flat on the track and the two left-hand tyres spinning. About 3km from the chained up farm, a little further from any other - hmmm. Sun block and hat on, a slug of warm water and off I went. Some people fishing agreed to give me a hand but it was obvious that what was needed was something a little bigger than their old Ford Escort. As we were trying to tow, another car appeared and he told me that he'd get the tractor from the chained up farm. My Ford driver returned to his lines and bait. I'm too white skinned to stay in the sun so I just sat sweating in the car. After an hour with no tractor in sight I was about to start walking when another car appeared. He said that another farm had a tractor but that he was on his way to collect his brother so I should walk there. I started walking and was still on the road when he returned with his brother and took me the rest of the way. His father-in-law agreed to help but had to change the battery of the tractor to get it working and then with me hanging onto the side, back along the track we went. Of course, once the tractor was chained on, I was out in a minute."
That's Geodashing in Brazil with David Brew. Getting there is all the fun!
"According to the GPS, GD20-AMOL is in the dam and I'm a little disappointed about not being able to get to it until it dawns on me that it's winter time and the lake will be frozen. Weather is just too nice to think winter time here, but it has been cold, and when I get there I see that there is a good foot of ice on the lake. GPS says that I'm 700 yards away from the point, and the point is quite a ways out in the lake. The lake had had snow on it, but the wind had blown patches of it away, leaving big patches of bare ice. When I walk on the snow, it's fine, but when an island of snow ends, and I have to cross the ice to get to another island, I find that my boots have no traction whatsoever on the ice. Baby steps are the only way to cross the ice patches, and I do OK all except for one spill. Luckily my digital camera and GPS weren't harmed when I hit. Point is found, and I got some lovely shots of the lake and the mountains."
That's Geodashing in Canada with Mel Long. Getting there is all the fun!
Game 20 of Geodashing was won by GeoTerriers, their fourth win in a row. Second place went to Dashed Hopes and third place went to Euregio. Individual honors again went to independent Jack Frickey, by a scant three points over Dashing Dog Mac and Dashing Dog's Mum. Game 20 saw 184 dashpoint hunts in a record twelve countries (Australia, Belgium, Brazil, Canada, Germany, France, Luxembourg, Netherlands, New Zealand, United Kingdom, USA, and South Africa).
A sampling of spots where Geodashing players found dashpoints:
in Belgium, near a pouhon in a rolling forest with jaseurs who were escaping from an especially cold winter in Scandinavia (look it up!)
in France, near the Lac du Der, where 20,000 cranes and 20,000 migratory geese are wintering
in a wildlife habitat in a Virginia quarry, where hundreds or thousands were geese were trying to stay warm after the blizzard of 2003
in the middle of a gaggle of turkeys on a farm in upstate New York
300 meters out into cold, but ice free Lake Ontario (no score!)
after a tiring walk in a snow covered meadow in Germany
in upstate New York, reached with a 1.5 mile trip on skis on 6 inches of newly fallen snow and another that required "post holing" through 3 feet of deep snow
near an old ski lift in in what used to be a ski area of New Hampshire's Crotched Mountain
in Alabama "in the thickest briar patch that I have ever had the bad luck to visit"
near a vast orange grove in Florida by a huge Tropicana plant
in a very nice neighborhood in Georgia with log houses around two fishing ponds not on the map
in the Nevada desert, near a rock garden (for lack of a better descriptor) with all sorts of weird constructions including a couple of small (3 feet in diameter) pyramids
elsewhere in the Nevada desert, 20 miles from the middle of nowhere, where the local residents worry about strangers associated with the "nuclear waste train they were talking about putting through"
in Utah's Rush Valley between the Oquirrh and the Onaqui Mountains, near an incinerator for chemical weapons stored at a nearby army depot
in the back paddock of a small Australian farm, where the gracious owner opened the gate, shooed a few young cows away and ushered us to the dashpoint
150 yards into a buffalo paddock in Alberta (make sure they aren't in there if you try)
in a Wisconsin field between a Jehovah's Witness Hall and some euphoric sheep hanging out on Euphoria Drive
in the dry grassy land between two fast-flowing Australian rivers, the Mitta Mitta River and Tallangatta Creek (no score!)
in very dry and very brown hills in Tasmania, just 2 km from where television's Dr. Harry Copper calls home
in a sports ground out the back of Wellington, the capital city of New Zealand
a driveby on a dirt road in Utah, off US Highway 50, "The Loneliest Road in America"
a driveby on an ancient Roman road in Belgium, connecting Boulogne and Cologne
in the South African desert, 1.5km from the nearest GRAVEL road, where there is uhm.....well NOTHING to see!
a short walk from Cole Grade Road, winding up the side of a ridge across from Palomar Mountain (home of the famous observatory) and offering a wonderful fiew of the Upper San Luis Rey Valley
in the Australian bush in the Brisbane Ranges National Park, where could be seen black-faced wallabies drinking at the water-holes and beautiful butterflies fluttering through the sun-dappled branches of the eucalypts
on the corner of a lot of a sold but unoccupied house in a new development in north Texas, visited on a day of geocaching that included a log book signed by none other than Scout!
... and 500m into a frozen field of corn, where lies dashpoint GDA-176, the very first dashpoint ever attempted, revisited by Markwell on a February day just to lay to rest the disappointment of failing to get close enough to score in that very first game of Geodashing.
Thanks to all the Geodashing players, whose many great reports are quoted here, not always with proper attribution. Complete, original reports are available on the Web site.
About Geodashing: Geodashing is a game in which players use GPS receivers on a playing field that covers the entire planet. The waypoints, or dashpoints, to be reached are randomly selected. The win goes to who can get to the most dashpoints; that is, if you can get to them at all! Each game has a new set of dashpoints making each game different and unpredictable. For more information and to play, visit http://Geodashing.org .
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