Write a Good Geocaching Log
People that hide caches do so to share the experience with the finders. Most hiders look forward to reading the logs after somebody finds them. In most cases the hider puts more time into hiding and posting the cache than the geocacher that finds the cache. So why not reward the hider with a good log? We love reading logs telling the experience, especially ones that include some humor. It really makes our day to 1. know that somebody took the time to find one or our caches and 2. to hear about the fun (or sometimes frustration) they had while finding it. That being said we would like to introduce a couple of our favorite log writers.
Oregone is a geocacher on the West Coast that writes epic logs. He has not been very active lately and his profile says that he is over 200 logs behind. If you read some of his logs you can certainly understand why. Some could be considered short novels. They not only talk about finding the cache, but also getting there and sometimes what is going on with his life. They are hilarious. We have spent many nights just sitting in front of the computer laughing at his musings.
Closer to home we have a geocaching team named Yodadog. We have met the team several times and have even walked the trails with them and each time it seems wierd. That is because they write their logs in the third person or should we say third canine? They have an adorable Corgi that has been personified in their logs. Seeing them this weekend we asked who got the most email - The Master, The Mistress, or Yoda. Seems Yoda wins hands down. Go to their profile and read some of their logs if you are in need for some entertainment and a good laugh. Here is an excerpt of one of our favorites --
Now this is what happens when the master has a few days off with nothing to do! He turns into “one of those.” You know, one of those FTF hounds! We all know the type. They check geocaching.com every ten minutes for new caches, they risk life and limb on mountain tops at midnight, they walk around grumpy with bags under their eyes from getting up too early, the clothes never get washed, and the driveway never gets shoveled. Never mind their owners never remembering to feed their dogs! I said to myself, “Here we go again” when at 7:30 last night, I heard the printer spitting out Mapquest directions, saw him load coords into his GRSr, and saw him downloading cache pages into the PDA. He yelled out so loud even the neighbors could hear, “New cache by Katydid & Miles Stone!” Geez, he was salivating like he was waiting for a Cheewee or something! It was all the mistress and I could do to keep him from jumping in the car at that very moment. We convinced him that the cache was not going anywhere overnight, it was too far away from those midnight maniacs in Fairfield County, and he certainly didn’t have to worry about MS getting there first because it was HIS CACHE! I think he forgot about that in his frenzied madness. After he calmed down, he agreed to sleep on it and try the next morning. I don’t think he slept too well, because he kept pushing me off the bed all night and was mumbling “first to find, first to find” in his sleep.
Dawn broke and the master was snoring away, the mistress went off to work, (someone has to earn Cheewee money). It wasn’t until around 10:30 AM that the master, still in his silk boxer shorts says, “Yoda, let’s go! The cache has not been found!” I said, “You're not going dressed like that are you?” His reply, “Of course not, you silly dog! Can’t you see I’m putting on my hiking boots?” I told him to go it alone, because I hadn’t slept very well last night due to his flailing around. Besides it was so late, there was not a snowballs chance in hell of being FTF and he was totally embarrassing in those shorts! Yesterday he had me up at 5:30 am to grab Turtle’s new one, and we came in a dismal third. He even got smoked by the mistress at the “Great Escape, Escape.” “Go forth and conquer master, I’ll be asleep when you get home. I’ll read your log after you get back.” I could only shake my head watching that pitiful man, dressed in nothing but boxer shorts and hiking boots, walk out the front door. Is this what geocaching has done to him!?
In conclusion (and hopefully after you have enjoyed reading some good logs) please take the time write a good log for the hider and the rest of us to read and enjoy.
Oregone is a geocacher on the West Coast that writes epic logs. He has not been very active lately and his profile says that he is over 200 logs behind. If you read some of his logs you can certainly understand why. Some could be considered short novels. They not only talk about finding the cache, but also getting there and sometimes what is going on with his life. They are hilarious. We have spent many nights just sitting in front of the computer laughing at his musings.
Closer to home we have a geocaching team named Yodadog. We have met the team several times and have even walked the trails with them and each time it seems wierd. That is because they write their logs in the third person or should we say third canine? They have an adorable Corgi that has been personified in their logs. Seeing them this weekend we asked who got the most email - The Master, The Mistress, or Yoda. Seems Yoda wins hands down. Go to their profile and read some of their logs if you are in need for some entertainment and a good laugh. Here is an excerpt of one of our favorites --
Now this is what happens when the master has a few days off with nothing to do! He turns into “one of those.” You know, one of those FTF hounds! We all know the type. They check geocaching.com every ten minutes for new caches, they risk life and limb on mountain tops at midnight, they walk around grumpy with bags under their eyes from getting up too early, the clothes never get washed, and the driveway never gets shoveled. Never mind their owners never remembering to feed their dogs! I said to myself, “Here we go again” when at 7:30 last night, I heard the printer spitting out Mapquest directions, saw him load coords into his GRSr, and saw him downloading cache pages into the PDA. He yelled out so loud even the neighbors could hear, “New cache by Katydid & Miles Stone!” Geez, he was salivating like he was waiting for a Cheewee or something! It was all the mistress and I could do to keep him from jumping in the car at that very moment. We convinced him that the cache was not going anywhere overnight, it was too far away from those midnight maniacs in Fairfield County, and he certainly didn’t have to worry about MS getting there first because it was HIS CACHE! I think he forgot about that in his frenzied madness. After he calmed down, he agreed to sleep on it and try the next morning. I don’t think he slept too well, because he kept pushing me off the bed all night and was mumbling “first to find, first to find” in his sleep.
Dawn broke and the master was snoring away, the mistress went off to work, (someone has to earn Cheewee money). It wasn’t until around 10:30 AM that the master, still in his silk boxer shorts says, “Yoda, let’s go! The cache has not been found!” I said, “You're not going dressed like that are you?” His reply, “Of course not, you silly dog! Can’t you see I’m putting on my hiking boots?” I told him to go it alone, because I hadn’t slept very well last night due to his flailing around. Besides it was so late, there was not a snowballs chance in hell of being FTF and he was totally embarrassing in those shorts! Yesterday he had me up at 5:30 am to grab Turtle’s new one, and we came in a dismal third. He even got smoked by the mistress at the “Great Escape, Escape.” “Go forth and conquer master, I’ll be asleep when you get home. I’ll read your log after you get back.” I could only shake my head watching that pitiful man, dressed in nothing but boxer shorts and hiking boots, walk out the front door. Is this what geocaching has done to him!?
In conclusion (and hopefully after you have enjoyed reading some good logs) please take the time write a good log for the hider and the rest of us to read and enjoy.