[Az-Geocaching] How not to geocache

[Scott Wood]

Thought that I would post this here first since there seems to be something 
wrong over at geocaching.com preventing me from logging today's finds.

After doing a few odd jobs around the house this morning I decided that I 
would go out and find a few caches on my own since Ann went to the 4th 
Avenue Street Fair.

Everything started off pretty much normal but as I approached the cache 
area for "Sticky Fingers After the Saguaros" I was right behind a white 
Ford pickup that parked right where you would park for this cache.  I 
decided to head back up the road aways and wait for it to come back out as 
I figured that there might be a good chance they were also looking for the 
cache.  While I was waiting, a white car started going back and forth on 
the road in manner that made me think that they were also waiting.  Of 
course with my "GPSHUNT" personalized plates I figured my intentions were 
pretty clear. :-)  Anyway, I decided to kill some time and went back to the 
Circle K to get something to drink and some munchies.  When I arrived back 
near the cache area I met the white pickup on the way out so I figured I 
had a good chance of getting in.  As I parked, a silver car pulled up to 
the area and was looking around so I thought there might be a chance that 
this was still another cacher and decided to move quickly to get out of the 
pickup and into the desert.

The only problem with moving quickly was that I went and locked my keys 
into my pickup.  At first I didn't think that this would be all that big of 
a deal since I did have a cell phone with me.

I went out and found the cache with no real trouble.  Logged my find, made 
my trade and started working my way back to my pickup.  On the way I met a 
guy that was parked back in the area in a white Ford pickup, don't know if 
it was the same one or not.  We exchanged hellos and I was on my way.  When 
I got back I started calling anyone and everyone who would have access to 
my spare set of keys.  The only problem was that no one was answering their 
phones.  I decided to sit and wait a little while to see if I could get 
ahold of anyone.

After about 45 minutes the guy that was in the "second" white Ford left and 
I tried calling again.  Still no answer.  I decided to do the drastic thing 
and break a window so I could leave.  Found a big rock, wrapped it in a 
sweatshirt and gave it a very healthy swing at the side window.  I really 
didn't want to break the back one.  The rock hit the window, bounced back 
and hit my hand, and the window remained perfectly intact.  Of course my 
hand was a lot worse for wear.  Breaking down I finally took a swing at the 
back window and had no trouble breaking it out and getting into the truck.

Guess this now counts as the most expensive, and painful cache for Team My 
Blue Heaven.

Team My Blue Heaven -- Scott

PS.  I will post a picture of the aftermath on the cache page as soon as 
the system will let me.