Got up at half past seven, spent the morning geocaching around Haninge. Found nine out of ten caches I searched for, listened to music and podcasts, sunshine, happy! Saw some sights:
- A hill fort
- A huge sun-dial sculpture
- The ruin of a bunker (?)
- A modern runestone (c. 1900), cemented to a cliff and covered with spray-painted graffitti
- A frisbee golf course full of buttercups
- Two potholes / giant's cauldrons / jättegrytor
- A mid-11th century runic inscription on a cliffside, with a looped and be-runed dragon and a big central cross, commemorating a deceased person and mentioning a bridge built for their soul. A modern bridge is not far away. It's an interesting location: up in the woods far from any farmstead. They built the bridge where it was needed and had their message carved at the road side where it would be seen by travellers.
Then I went home to have lunch and vacuum our apartment. Just thought you should know, Dear Reader.
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Sounds like a zen kind of morning. Shame about that tenth cache though...
This geocaching business sounds fun: all the positive parts of treasure hunting but none of the pirates/buggery/British navy shooting cannon at your ass. Take me out sometime, and show me the ropes (as well as the block and tackle)!
A number of others hadn't been able to find that cache either recently, so I feel my honour is kinda intact.
Sure thing, Paddy!
I was doing a pipeline survey one time and found an steel ammunition canister (w/rubber gasket) under a tree. I almost took it to give it a good home, but inside was a piece of paper with a list of signatures...my interpretation was some sort of boy's club. Mebe I was wrong?
There seem to be more male than female geocachers, but the skew isn't too dramatic. Lots of couples chase tupperware together. Good thing you didn't muggle the cache, as the saying goes!