Let's modify that, though: you can't expect to find anything there... except what's there. For instance, on our historical hashing of the Brookings, Oregon graticule last December -- the first time, I don't mind telling you, that anyone had hashed Brookings -- we happened on a field of scrap concrete and rebar!
Mrs.5000, for reasons that I was sure would become clear in the fullness of time, set about gathering the "best" of the twisted rebar.
...and behold, a few weeks ago, she constructed a garden sculpture.
It's a much needed focal feature in our backyard.
The lizard, a gift from Ma&Pa5000, seems pretty comfortable in his new rebar home.
So, there's another reason to take up geohashing. With geocacheing, you know what you'll find: the box. With geohashing, you never know what's going to happen. You'll probably end up with a garden feature or something.
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See, this is why it's so amazing to have friends with skillz. If ~I~ were geohashing and ended up around a bunch of rusty metal, I'd probably get tetanus, not a cool garden sculpture.
Mrs.5000 is a pretty savvy materials handler.
I think it's telling that in all these geohashing photos I have a gleefully demented look. In fact, random point near scenic overlook in virgin coastal graticule + pirated nest of twisty rusty rebar made this my longtime very favorite hash--well, until our last adventure.
This is kind of cool ... but it does require someone who knows what to do with good rebar ... and that would not be anyone in my family.
You know, the main skill required is contentment with a sculpture that still looks pretty much like a pile of rebar. On a stump.
Yay! Rebar on a stump! My kind of a garden sculpture!
to the Mrs.
I only notice a gleefully demented look in two of the pictures. . .
y'al make it look so fun! maybe next year i'll take rose geocaching (geohashing is probably less viable when you just have a bike).
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