The Mystery Mole stopped in the Dufferin Marsh for a rest
(Stop 6) and decided to leave a cache
for all the Mole's friends. The cache is not at the posted
coordinates. It is very close by.
Geocaching is a nice way to pass the time as you
travel from place to place.
This one time decided to take a northerly
direction away from Willard’s home (my mole friend). On the
way decided to hunt for a cache. Willard is always so eager he
wanted to lead the hunt. Knowing how eager he was suggested we
start out after Church and have our lunch first. “Did you
bring lunch” he asked? “No” I said “you
must have left it at the Church as you were to bring lunch”.
“I brought lunch yesterday”. “Remember we had
rice for lunch, lice are your favorite food, You are always asking
for Rice.” “In fact yesterday I spiced thinks up by
bringing lice-a-roni your favorite treat.” “Oh
yeah” he said. “I remember the lice-a-roni yesterday.
Lice are my favorite food. I packed some rice up for today but
forgot it.” Reaching into my pockets I searched for a morsel
or two. Found a rice kernel in my right pocket which I greedily
popped into my mouth under my friend’s baleful gaze. Not
without a kind heart am I as I reached into my left pocket and
passed him the kernel from there. “That is it” I said
“no more to eat after this!” We continued on our
travels to a nearby cache.
Just minding our own business as moles always do
we come to realize we needed to turn in another direction? There
was this huge granite barrier blocking the western approach to the
cache. Moles are excellent excavators yet we did not have the
inclination to burrow a western route toward where we wanted to go.
So we turned south looking for an easier western approach, went a
far distance without any western passages becoming evident so we
backtracked. Heading north we again sought the great western
passage and eventually a western route opened before us. We
proceeded west towards the cache.
As we neared our goal such a terrible fright we
had….. We had our picture taken unceremoniously. Felt the
clicking of the shutters from 30 meters away on a western heading
as the evil device just keep making annoying sounds as it snapped
photograph after photograph. Moles have very sensitive hearing and
touch to make up for a lack of good eyesight. Moles are also very,
very shy and do not like their picture taken with out their
permission. I being respectful of any and all property gently
approached, from a western direction, the above said device and
clumsily erased its memory. Also being respectful of the property
owner informed her of my actions and apologized in advance for
disturbing her property. I felt I handled the situation in the most
civil of Mole manners and that was the end of it. Well apparently
it was not.
Moles are small and gentle creatures. We provide
many a good service and are an important part in the circle of
life. Why would anyone invent a game for the sole enjoyment of
banging me and my relatives repeatedly on the head? You think its
funny whacking creatures so much smaller than yourselves. Do you
not have any empathy for those less gifted? Do you enjoy beating up
God’s lesser creatures? Why don’t you go try that with
maybe a gopher, or a tiger, or why not, Mr. tough guy, take on a
half dozen black bears in the head. Not so much fun now is it!
Anyway, needed to get that off my chest, was
again traveling on a western heading from vale to vale when I came
across GC1C70K. Enjoying the day and not really paying attention of
what loomed so near I got much to close. Smack! Whack! Bang! Talk
about a mole mugging. Is there a doctor in the house? Any doctor
will do, Doctor Kay I screamed! Doctor Jones I shrieked! Doctor Kay
and Jones I yelped again. Run! Run! They yelled back. Take the main
path out of there they said. Barely got out with my wee meager
life. I was hurt. Needed to get medical attention. Fortunately Kay
and Jones are main stream practitioners, were nearby, and together
they bandaged me up pretty good.
So why place such a vicious cache out where
geocachers will go. My friend and I marked the plain trails in and
the plain trails out so that other moles will not have near death
experiences for the simple sake of someone else’s enjoyment.
Moles get such little respect!
This story has been far too long. Have been
rambling. Just had to get some of this out there so that you all
will know that moles are people too. Please be kind. As a memorial
to your mole kindness I have placed a cache here in the Dufferrin
Marsh. To honour the main characters in this story and to thank
them for their friendship
Don't forget to record the red
number in the cache if you dare to attempt the Final
Cache.
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10)
The Mystery Mole is a "nome de plume" for a well
known geocacher who hides and seeks caches in the Central Ontario
Geocaching region. The Mystery Mole visited 10 areas in Central
Ontario and placed a traditional or puzzle geocache in each locale.
The Mole enjoys his privacy and shall strive to remain
anonymous.
There are only 2 rules that the Mystery Mole must
abide by.
Rule #1 The Mole must be 100% truthful with any
information or log postings on the Mystery Mole's Series of
Geocache Pages.
Rule #2 The Mole may be deceitful or truthful in any extraneous
communications.
Each of the 10 caches that the Mystery Mole
placed contain a single number (0-9) that you must record if you
seek the Final Cache. The 10 numbers will be needed in order to
discover the coordinates of the Final Cache.