Telephone Poles on the Moon

Back. Promise. August 17, 2009

It has been too long.  Too, too long.  I missed the last two local events (trust me, that really does suck) and I have been getting grief from fellow cachers about my prior post something like a month ago and several bits of reality have conspired to keep me both from the trail and this blog.  First off, this is my house:

My House, Sort Of

Normally I would do all that fancy crop, zoom and highlight but you can see by the fence and distinct lack of a roof that really this is not so much a house as a pile of crap masquerading as a meth lab.  Or something.  It’s looked like this since March.  No- let me rephrase that…

…we didn’t have the official “this is probably a condemned property” fence until 3 weeks ago, and some of the roof was still there (and the meth lab is a new addition brought in from other sources) but you get the picture.  This is a problem.  Don’t worry, we’re pouring concrete this week so it should rapidly improve from “meth lab” to something just below “public nuisance” in just a few weeks.  The tent we’ve been living out of in the field near 76 and Canyon is weathering well.  “Crazy Mike” says hi, and “wharrgarble!”.  He’s got an accent, don’t you know.

Meanwhile, I actually made a few (22) finds yesterday, some with great pics I want to share.  Somebody has been busy dropping little mint tins while I’ve been out of pocket.  I like it.  I also heard Dougandsuzy, Waterlassie and Kawikaturn were all out of town on the road this weekend.  I gotta get me some of that weekend out of town caching.  Sounds fun.