velocacheboise: #61 found by A. Mortician

WE HAVE ARRIVED

Well, it has happened. velocache.net is now a fully operational battle station. Prepare yourselves.

Before I digress, which I am known to do, let me start off by giving some credit and handing out some thanks. This would not have happened without you all. You know who you are. Thank you. The new site would not be in existance without Buttars, if you run into him, give him a hug and buy him a beer. HUGE thank yous to the veterans out there who have kept this afloat in times of trouble and triumph...I have personal things to say to you that will have to wait until we have a face to face.

At the pokercache party on September 19 I would really like to take a bit of all of your time and preach a little about "the game". We'll see, I will probably just get drunk and cry a lot.

SO. Go to the site. Familiarize yourself. It is different than the one we play on now but can do all of the things we do now AND MUCH MUCH MORE. You will need to create an account. It is free and always will be for players. I realize some of you have already been in and have looked around but it is time for everyone to come on board. Texting from a phone to the site works. E-mailing too. There is a great forum feature that we can all cache ourselves in as well. This site is still in beta. It is not finished so now is the time to see if we can break it.

For now, play around. Posting "real" caches is not off limits but I think it might serve us better to get really comfortable with the new toy before we go "live". Post pictures of your cats and dogs. Go to the forum and talk about bikes. Have fun.

LOVE to you all. -A. Mortician

Thursday, February 26, 2009

#61 found by A. Mortician

OK, here's the saga: I knew that the cache was directly across from Darcy Wilson's mom's house because we used to smoke dope up on the top of that tank whenever she went out of town. Latimer St. off Federal Way

This was my first night mission and I felt I was prepared. I got there and my new bad-ass phone would not find a network. Then the dogs started barking. A lot of dogs. I circumnavigated the tank 4 times and was ready to quit when I decided to reboot the phone. BLOOP. Full power, found the perspective, found the cache that I had stepped on at least 3 times and felt very happy that Taylor the dog was no longer going to be told to, "shut the fuck up". I spent at least a half hour looking for this cache and have to say that it was VERY worth the adventure. How long do you have before the police come searching for the asshole in the bushes with a flashlight? I have not had a Henry Weinhard's "pale ale" since 1993. Time IS relevant I suppose.