There's a virtual at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, in the Havasupai
Indian village.  I went there twice when I was a teenager in the mid
80's, as a boy scout.  I was able to answer the questions, and I asked
for permission to log the cache, even though it had been 20 years since
I had been there.  The owner was impressed with my memory of the place,
and allowed me to log it, but I never did.  I just didn't feel right
about it.  Unless you're there as a cacher, I don't think it should
count.&nbsp; <br>

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I feel that this rule only applies to my and my caching record, and others can play the game they way that they please.&nbsp; <br>

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Although now that I think about it, I was kinda of a cacher back then.&nbsp;
For those of you not familiar with this place... there are only two
ways to get there.&nbsp; <br>

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First is a helicopter ride...&nbsp; Although,&nbsp; Team Roping the Wind my have an alternative.<br>

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The second is a 12 mile hike down a canyon.&nbsp; You start at a parking lot
with no facilities.&nbsp; The first mile is switchbacks, and the only
drinkable water besides what you bring is in the village 12 miles away.<br>

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Many hikers will take gallon jugs of water and hike them down the
switchbacks and bury or &quot;cache&quot; them so they will have water to drink
on the hike up the switchbacks back out.&nbsp; A GPS would be handy for
marking the location of the water.&nbsp; On of my scout leaders said that
there was probably plenty of water at the base of the switchbacks for
all of us to drink.&nbsp; The problem was, knowing what water was unclaimed
because the hiker couldn't find it.... and what was currently waiting
for hikers to return.<br>

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The second time I did this trip, my father joined my brother and I.&nbsp; On
the way out, some of our scout group wanted to camp at the base of the
switchbacks and sleep for the night.&nbsp; My brother and dad wanted to
sleep in the fold out bed in our old van.&nbsp; Well, they got up there in
the dark and started to sleep.&nbsp; About two or three hours into their
sleep, one of the scout leaders finally got up to the parking lot and
informed my dad and brother that another adult had hurt his ankle.&nbsp; So
my dad and brother got up, hiked back down the switchbacks and helped
carry the injured guy out.&nbsp; My brother got the honor of carrying the
guys pack.&nbsp; The gentleman had brought his 6 year old son along, and was
carrying the supplies for two in his backpack.&nbsp; My brother said that
the pack was almost twice as heavy as his.&nbsp; I guess I should also point
out that my brother was 12 years old at the time and suffers form a
breathing problem.&nbsp; I was really impressed with him and my dad when I
got to the parking in the morning and they told me what had happend.