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Originally Posted by Doug W.
Bill, could you explain to people the fasination with geocaching? I have a GPS and tried it a could times, but did not see the big deal is. We have a single guy at work and that is about all he does each weekend.
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Doug -
I’ve wondered how to respond to this. Rather than getting elaborate or pedantic, maybe I’ll just say this.
Some people enjoy fishing. There are easy places to fish, and hard places to fish. There are casual fishermen and fanatical fishermen. I’ve tried it, and I don’t understand the lure of fishing. No amount of “explaining” will ever make it fun for me.
Some people enjoy golf. Same comments apply. No amount of explaining will ever make me a fan of golf.
Some people enjoy geocaching. Again, same comments apply.
My wife and I are a bit more than casual geocachers, but certainly not fanatics. We enjoy it because it gets us off our duffs and outdoors, and gets us to some beautiful places that we didn't know existed. And good caches present an interesting puzzle, which appeals to us.
Some cache locations are easy to get to, and are called “drive-by caches”. Not much fun in our estimation, but easy, and they keep your score up. If this is what you experienced, you were probably bored to death. But some cache locations are much more difficult to get to. Our toughest (and most fun) required a 10-mile hike through mountainous desert near Dragoon, Arizona.
Once you have reached the location, you still have to find the cache. Some of the hiding schemes are trivially simple – “I just walked up and there it was, staring at me!” But some are much more clever and difficult to find. The “clever” people tend to be in friendly competition, which we find fun.
Different people are turned on by different things, and I don’t always understand it. For example, we had a couple of old friends over on Saturday. The day before, the guy had been hiking in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. He was scrambling over granite boulders above the treeline, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, the wind came up, the rain started, he was soaked and freezing – and he was having a ball! On Saturday we took him geocaching on the Maine coast. We were scrambling over granite boulders of a jetty jutting out into the Atlantic, dressed in shorts and T-shirts, the wind came up and the rain started, we were soaked and freezing – and he was whining about what a stupid sport this was. (Didn’t find the cache, by the way.)
So I don't always get it, but that's my best shot at an answer.
Bill