Finally found a little red bison geocache that had been troubling us for some time… My girlfriend, one of my sons and I had looked for over an hour last year, to no avail. We were convinced it had been moved or stolen.
As it turned out, we were wrong: Since we left the island, five more people found this little cache stashed at Red Head Harbour near St Pete’s Harbour, PEI.
So, we were determined to find it ourselves this year!
As it turned out, we were wrong: Since we left the island, five more people found this little cache stashed at Red Head Harbour near St Pete’s Harbour, PEI.
So, we were determined to find it ourselves this year!
Trevor, Tats, the boys and I climbed on our bikes, and set out for Red Head. We decided to try and take the washed-out road that united, in swampy and sometimes impenetrable slendour, our Harbour with the small fishing inlet of Red Head. The road is no longer in general use, but when the tide is out, especially during a dry summer like this one, the muddy, marshy path becomes sufficiently negotiable for humans, and even bikes, though we did have to dismount and encourage the our two-wheeled companions along through some of the swampier parts of the road.
Once we had safely arrived on the other side, we stowed our bikes between two lobster shacks, and began snooping around.
Our geocaching experience over the past year had taught us what a “bison” looks like (indeed, we had found one at confederation bridge, on our way home, at the end of last summer, and several since that time). We had also experienced the frustration of GPS coordinates that—for whatever reason—were slightly “off”.
So we reconsulted the information and clue given on the geocaching website, and widened our search circle.
It was not long before Alex located the tiny cache, cleverly hidden I won’t say where (so that other cachers reading this blog won’t have their experience ruined by a spoiler!), and we celebrated our victorious discovery with smiles and photos before heading back – this time along the main road, and stopping to visit a friend who had just picked a bunch of wild blueberries to share (yum!) -- to Morell for icecream on our way home.
Once we had safely arrived on the other side, we stowed our bikes between two lobster shacks, and began snooping around.
Our geocaching experience over the past year had taught us what a “bison” looks like (indeed, we had found one at confederation bridge, on our way home, at the end of last summer, and several since that time). We had also experienced the frustration of GPS coordinates that—for whatever reason—were slightly “off”.
So we reconsulted the information and clue given on the geocaching website, and widened our search circle.
It was not long before Alex located the tiny cache, cleverly hidden I won’t say where (so that other cachers reading this blog won’t have their experience ruined by a spoiler!), and we celebrated our victorious discovery with smiles and photos before heading back – this time along the main road, and stopping to visit a friend who had just picked a bunch of wild blueberries to share (yum!) -- to Morell for icecream on our way home.
(click images to enlarge)
RSS Feed
