3/26/12: Where’s OLdweeb? I’ve been stressed out, extra busy and writing Yelp reviews instead of caching. On March 31, I’m participating in the Yesteryear Still Here event (GC3BVMG) as part of team Troupe of Troublemakers. There’s sure to be a blog post about that. And in April I plan to take my semi-annual caching vacation, destination to be determined. That’ll be good for several blog posts.
I’d somehow missed a cluster of 26 caches that popped up in Camarillo Regional Park. Then it took 2 months to finally get there. With sissopolis, EcuaDeb and pianofab I drove to the park entrance cache Flood Control (GC2WQM6) where we were met by Foocachers (the elder). Immediately, I saw that something was wrong. My Oregon 450t displayed NO caches even though I’d properly loaded a pocket query.
We drove .3 miles into the park on an unpaved road to a model plane airfield, parked and started walking. In a few minutes we saw the skeleton of a 30’ high abandoned building. Note the row of openings across the top. If they were windows there’s no glass in them now. We took pictures and turned off on a side trail.
Deb beamed caches from her Oregon to mine, one at a time until the feature stopped working. So I just followed the group uselessly. It didn’t help that my 1 and only pen (I usually carry 3) didn’t work either.
We encountered 3 beehives on our hike. The most active one was inside a large metal tank. There was no cache there.
Many of the hillsides were covered by low lying cactus.
Lil Sucky Bridge (GC30GC0) is aptly named. It’s fine to walk on but I wouldn’t want to drive over it.
In one of the most remote parts of the park we walked into a collection of ancient playground equipment. There was a slide, steel barred “jungle jims” and “rings” that I hadn’t seen since elementary school in the 1960’s.
At this point my camera died with a “memory card full” error. Siss, who is used to calming agitated children, kept me from slipping over the edge into an infantalistic tantrum. So at the next rest stop I took the picture below, some kind of farm, with my phone.
I fumbled with unfamiliar camera menus but eventually cleared some room on the memory card. Farther down the trail Siss & Deb signed the log for a bipolar cache. I removed a snail shell that someone had stuffed into the crowded container.
We looped back toward parking and explored the ruins of what must’ve been the offices and maybe living quarters of the dairy. There were too many rooms to explore during our short stop.
The ones we saw were all similarly decorated.
Going back to the trail…
The final cache of the day was up TWO steep hills. Here’s Deb, Fabrizio and Kenyon (Foocachers, the elder) on their way up the 2nd one. Siss and me decided that we didn’t NEED the cache THAT MUCH and waited below.
Afterward we drove to Establos Meat Market and ate old style Mexican food. My asada burrito was the best I’ve had in a very long time.