Victoria's+Adventures

**Glad I don’t geocache for a job **** L **
 *  My 5 Unsuccessful Geocaching Adventures… **

 My geocaching adventures started within my little hometown of Newton Grove. I had looked up the most recent caches found and printed off the coordinates and directions so that my mother and I would not get lost going out to look for them.  Our first set of coordinates took us to **Weeks Park** in Newton Grove. During this visit to the park to find a cache we experienced a “dealing” that was going on. We rode to the edge of the woods as this was still going on and the GPS said that the cache was about 100 ft. straight in front of us, which was deep in the woods of Weeks Park. I knew that the GPS or the coordinates must have been confused because it was pouring rain that morning. 

Weeks Park

Where the geocache was supposed to be…deep in these woods  Next stop was called **Newton Grove’s First**. We followed the driving directions and the GPS directions and it led us to a church right beside Food Lion in Newton Grove. Well being that there are three different churches within about a half a mile of one another we did not really know where to start. The GPS started to say 300 ft. when we got into the parking lot of this church. I quickly got out of the car and bundled up because it had just stopped raining and was still quite chilly. I started walking toward the playground until the GPS read about 150 ft. but that was toward the other church and there was a huge fence and a field with grass about as tall as me in it. We got back into the car and drove to both of the other churches but still could not find anything. After 2 hours of looking for these two caches we got back into the car and headed back home disappointed. 

Newton Grove Baptist Church

The playground behind the church

The fence and field my GPS led me to with another church behind it  The next day was a much prettier day so we decided we would go in search for another cache again. This cache was called **Grab Some Chicken**. This day we drove to the Newton Grove’s Smithfield’s Chicken & BBQ. Being that the hint said “that’s a big sign” we drove straight back to the backside of Smithfield’s and parked at the big tall sign. I put the coordinates into my GPS and it read about 50 ft. I got out of the car and started walking right into some spider webs that were in the bushes that I had to go through to get to the back of the sign. Finally my GPS read about 15 ft. I was so excited that maybe I had finally found a cache. We this was not the case at all. I walked in the field for about 20 ft. with a bunch of trash and briars and finally the GPS again read the opposite direction 100 ft. which was the parking lot. I even looked in the dumpster area for the cache, why someone would hide it there I do not know but it was still no luck. I had to head to class so we drove back home still bummed that I had not found a single cache out of three that I had already went to. 



The “big sign” with the spiderweb bushes

The Dumpster <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt;"> My next adventure of geocaching adventure was located close to the Johnston County line called **Guardrails of Johnston County #11**. This cache was way more dangerous than any of the other cache adventures I had went on. This cache was supposedly located under the Mill Creek Bridge close to where the guardrails were. Being that this was beside 701 which is a main highway did not make this cache adventure safe at all. My mother pulled beside the road and I got out and my GPS took me down beside the bridge. It was crazy all the trash that people had thrown over what they thought was the bridge but half of it was actually dirt and just a small bit was water. I walked down until my GPS said 21.6 ft. and it pointed straight away from the bridge toward the woods, which were wetlands. Why someone would think I was going to walk in snake infested water to get a cache I don’t know that either but needless to say I never found this cache. I was upset because this one was my fourth one and I really wanted to give up but my mother told me to wait a day and go in search for another one. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">The Mill Creek Bridge on 701 <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">Walking beside the bridge <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">Under the bridge <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">When my GPS said 21. 6 ft. in the woods

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt;"> The next day I went on my last geocaching adventure to Grantham that was called **Bulldog Pride**. On the website it said that this cache had been found within the last 6 days so I just knew I would find this cache. We put the coordinates into my GPS and it took us to yet another bridge on a highway, not safe. My mother rode behind me on the truck with her flashers on while I walked down the road with my GPS. At first it read 600 ft. and I walked the whole 600 ft. of the bridge until I got to the end and yet again the GPS read 5 ft. into the woods right beside the creek. Again there was no way I was risking getting bitten by a snake or any other animal just for this cache. As I walked close to the woods the GPS read 20 ft. Sad to say but this was my last geocaching adventure. I finally gave up and figured that I should not quit my day job to go cache hunting or treasure hunting because I have the worst luck finding things.

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">The creek under the bridge

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt;"> Walking on the bridge <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">Me when I started my walk toward the end of the bridge <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 14pt;">At the end of the bridge…still nothing L