Geocaching: A failed experiment.

Last night we raced home so we could head out and nab a quick 1/1 that we missed this weekend on account of not wanting to pay $5 for the privilege of parking on their property. No problem! Just before we went out, we downloaded three more in that general area to hit on an entirely spontaneous basis. How spontaneous? So spontaneous that we skipped our usual step of carefully printing out the cache info for each one (which, you will recall, is on my list of burdensome responsibilities). This turned out to be an arrestingly stupid idea. Lessons learned: (1) If you don't even know what *size* of a cache you're looking for (ammo can? pill bottle?), you have absolutely no idea where in all those cubic yards of space to look. (2) There is much valuable info in the Web logs left by previous hunters, so bring it along and use it. (3) If you fail to print out the hint and bring it, you will inevitably need it (and of course misinterpreting hints is *also* my job).

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ETA: Well crap. Never mind. Somebody else already went out and snaffled it--LAST NIGHT. We'll never get a Jeep. Ever.