My nephew had a mission to leave an item in a geocache in Christchurch, and I accompanied him on his search for a cache. His GPS device led us to a local park. We were in the right place, but despite careful scrutiny we could not locate the cache within the foliage.
We moved on to another park, and here we were successful.
However, this cache was a micro one, so no space to leave an item. The cache container was a small pill bottle, wrapped in camouflage tape, and secreted in a tree. After my nephew had entered the date and his caching identity in the log book he carefully returned the cache to its hiding place. Later he would go to the website and log his find.
This activity reminded me of Book Crossing, and I could see its attraction, but I don’t think I’ll be joining the geocache community any time soon.
“I think I’d rather leave a book
than hide things in a secret nook.”