So you didn’t listen to my advice and now everyone knows you as “that guy who had their cache blown up.” You might as well accept the fame and go out and meet the local cachers. Indiana is known for having a bunch of events… an event cache is just that you show up, say “Hi,” sign the log, chat, maybe eat, and leave. Pretty painless for a smiley. Check out IndianaGeocaching.com it tends to list upcoming events in Indiana. The monthly GiG (Girls in Geocaching) dinner around here is a great way to meet people (they don’t discriminate, boys are welcome to attend).
The strange part is you get to know people by their geocaching name… Super Genius, Lakedawgs, 4Rushkateers, Marauder Mom, Eye of the Pirate, Bracelet Lady*… for a while it seems kind of surreal dealing with all these aliases especially since one name could be more than one person. When we first started caching Sue and I shared an account… Sue was really getting into caching (ummm.. it was MY idea) and she ended up with time to go out and cache, so “our” numbers grew. When we went to our first event she had decided to create her own account (geocaching identity). Sadly, everyone talked to me! I had no idea what they were talking about! On the way home Sue decided to take back our shared account. We kept it that way for 1000 finds (of which I had maybe 100).
Oh, and the comment about the “ook!” guy- really happened. It was our first Moonshine event (mmm… moonburgers) and for those who don’t know it, Cecil always logs his caches with “ook!” or “ook.” long story as to why, but here I was and Cybret (not his real name) came up to me (and Cecil) and wanted to introduce us to this one cacher who really wanted to meet “the ook guy.”
*For all my geocaching friends when I started that list I realized that I would forget someone and just mess things up. I kind of felt like I was giving an Oscar acceptance speech, “I’d like to thank my Mom, and the director, and the guy who cleans my car, (music swells) but wait my wife! I forgot my, my wife and my dad! and…”