Joined: June 2001
||Posted: July 06 2004,8:31 am
Game 36 results
"Feeling somewhat frazzled from too much work, I prescribed for
myself an immediate session of geotherapy and set off around
sunset to visit the nearest June dashpoint."
... That's Geodashing with Ash Doge. We're not just wasting
time. It's geotherapy.
Game 36 of Geodashing began with a midnight trip to a dashpoint
a mere 1,592.63 meters from Peeve's front door. He reported the
score only eight minutes after midnight (and gave thanks to the
llamas for sparing his apartment from being crushed by that
dashpoint landing any closer).
Game 36 was won by Team GPS, breaking a three game winning
streak by Llama League, who finished second, only one point
ahead of Geoterriers.
Individual honors went to BOB!!, only two points ahead of Jack
Frickey. In third was Tom Arneson.
Game 36 saw 160 dashpoint hunts in five countries, including
Australia, Canada, Germany, the United Kingdom, and the United
A random sample of this game's random dashpoints:
in Utah's Dixie National Forest, where the sky is blue, the
surrounding forest dark green, and the cliffs of the Paunsagaunt
Plateau are pink.
at the base of some giant boulders at 11,332 feet, along a steep
trail up Colorado's Tarryall Mountains, reached via a 12.2 mile
(round trip) hike
a short hike into the forest of Oregon's Deschutes National
Forest, about 2km from Lava Butte, a prominent cinder cone,
which is part of the Newberry National Volcanic Monument
up a basalt cliff in an Oregon wildlife refuge above Lake
Wallula, a lake in the Columbia River created by McNary Dam.
three miles along a major trail on the north face of the Santa
Ynez in California's Los Padres National Forest
over a small ridge and down in a creek bed, among the mountain
cedars and scrub oak of the Texas hill country
under some Aspens near a large meadow at 10,300 ft, offering a
magnificent view of Colorado's Mount of the Holy Cross.
on a ridge in Australia's Fraser National Park, off a hilly dirt
road built for fire-fighting purposes that offers spectacular
down the slope and through the thick undergrowth at the edge of
the national forest at the end of a wet and muddy, unnamed "Dry
Weather Only" road in Victoria, Australia
80 meters up a craggy Canadian Shield bedrock hill in Ottawa's
across Watersaw Rake footpath in the Peak District in
Derbyshire, England, guarded by the steep terrain of Longstone
in New York's Rockefeller State Park Preserve, part of what used
to be the Rockefeller family estate in Pocantico Hills, New
York, just east of Sleepy Hollow.
in a New York state fish hatchery
on Treasure Island, halfway across the San Francisco-Oakland Bay
Bridge, offering a spectacular view of the San Francisco
in a grass field in Oregon's Willamette Valley, known for its
grass seed, supplying the world with lawns, playing fields, golf
courses and pastures.
just off a dirt road in Iowa, with corn in all directions, about
2 feet tall.
in a recently cut hayfield in Hall Country, Georgia, the
self-proclaimed chicken capital of the world
in a soy bean field near New Munich, Minnesota, where farmers
were harvesting silage, stored in mounds on the ground covered
with plastic sheeting
on a hill in New York, 300 meters from Christ Episcopal Church,
built 1782, and burial place of James Daune, member of the first
in the lovely yard of a small, brick, ranch-style home in
Virginia, with a brass door knocker inscribed "The Lambs" and a
long-haired white cat lounging in the doorway. The dashpoint
name? GD36-COZY, of course ;-)
in the wilderness of the Dutch-German borderland, just three
meters south of the border (depending on whether a dashpoint is,
in fact, a point or a circle -- luckily our reporter was on
solid ground (OK, muddy ground in the ditch that marks the
border here) so we don't have to consider cylinders and spheres
just off the end of runway 10 at the Waukesha, Wisconsin
airport, scored by air in a Piper Cherokee at an altitude of 98
in a bakery in the small village of Dümpelfeld. The bakery was
closed, but on the other side of the street, still in scoring
range, was a cafe with delicious cappucino cake.
in a Houston neighborhood off Airport Blvd, where the houses are
one-story and pretty run-down and the residents either have lots
of visitors or own lots of cars, parked in the street, in
driveways, in yards, everywhere.
on a hilltop in West Virginia, along a gravel road following a
creek bed, and near a somewhat run-down house in the woods
guarded by two sorry looking dogs, so thin that you could see
in an empty, unfenced lot near Adelanto, California, between a
prison and what looks like a chemical plant
in a wood near the UK village of Erlestoke, past the George and
in the inside northbound lane of I-95 just north of Baltimore,
500 feet from land in Maryland's Chesapeake Bay, visited with
the help of a kindly landowner, who ferried the Geodashing
passengers to the dashpoint in his ski boat (you meet the nicest
people Geodashing ...)
in a suburban Virginia woods, where a neighbor tells of kids and
motorcycles going through there and how much the neighbors hate
it (... just don't push their hospitality too far ;-)
and, finally, no dashpoints on the open sea, where Aquadyne
finds himself during a seven month deployment with the US Navy,
sailing the Pacific Ocean, the Indian Ocean and the Persian
Gulf. Take care out there.
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.
"Hillside Drive. It has no right being considered a road. I
have been on better tracks in national forests. One lane wide
and full of holes. However, there really are houses at the end
... That's Geodashing with Michael Head. Remember, getting
there is all the fun.
"My wife's Camry survived the trip, about 80 miles of which was
on desert dirt roads. High clearance? We don't need no stinkin'
... That's Geodashing with Chaosmanor. Remember, getting there
is all the fun.
"I really enjoyed ripping the gas, drifting and sliding along
the muddy and sandy way (it had rained in the night), until the
way made a sudden turn into really soft sand and mud. I managed
to stop, but my already muddy boot didn't find a halt on the
soft and slippery ground, not to mention the tires (which are
old - I need new ones soon), and so Baghira and I both took a
good bath in a big mudhole. Now we had mud all over us. I must
have looked like the Monster from the Moor."
-- That's Geodashing with Enduromaniac. Remember, getting
there... you know the rest.
"'Warrior 345: You are clear for landing on runway 10.' Exactly
what we were hoping for. We were actually within the magic
circle of scoring as we landed. We came in at 97 meters, and (I
checked with the track log and the adjusted altimeter) about 98
meters in the air. Cool."
-- Now THAT'S Geodashing with Markwell.
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
Scout ( http://GPSgames.org )