Romancing the Stash

Geocachers Seek What Lies Beneath

"First Cache in New York City. 10/28/2000," reads the message on the lid, written in Magic Marker. Inside are the following: one regulation-size Wiffle ball, three European sucking candies—cherry, orange, lemon—one rollerpoint pen from the Seoul Hotel in Korea, one pair of wraparound earphones, and one black flip-top compass featuring a picture of Albert Einstein.

From the log, we can see how the contents progressed over time. "Hey greetings, Cool Stash! I didn't know other people liked Violet Gum," read the first entry, followed by: "G'Day All. Thanks for an excuse to take a nice walk in the park. (From Australia, via Saudi Arabia) The Desert Dingo. PS: Hope someone has use for the earphones, thanks for the gum."

If he only had a boat: Cache Ninja, frustrated again
photo: Michael Sofronski
If he only had a boat: Cache Ninja, frustrated again

Ninja drops in a little plastic rooster and takes nothing. I leave a Lucky 7's scratch-and-win lottery card and pocket a lemon sucker. "To find the perfect spot [for stashing] is just as exciting," Ninja says to me, as we leave the park, "sharing the space, and sharing the accomplishment of finding that space, that specific spot on earth. I'd rather have people wondering about me, thinking, What's he like? Where is he leading me? You can tell a lot about a person from where they stash their cache. You can get a sense of their character, their personality." He pauses. "Where would you hide yours?"

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