We went into Spanaway, got onto 512 through Puyallup, onto 167 and merged onto the 405 towards Renton/Bellevue. We really weren't sure how to go about the May Creek area so we figured it out as we went. We found out we were on the wrong side of the creek but managed to grab one before driving to the right side of the creek. We found legit parking but did not find any parking coords for the area...
We started with the mail truck cache I found interest in a few weeks ago. How do people find these things and how are the preserved from the public? I was stoked!
After finding the mail truck cache and taking pictures, we did the May Creek multi, which was somewhat confusing but not at the same time. It was a very pretty walk. Too bad the leaves had fallen already.
We
must have done the multi right because it led us right to it. For some
reason when we have questionable, not very clear, multis we do them
wrong. Yay! We moved on to the northwestern part of the trail.
We
walked past, what we assumed was another cacher because he looked the
part, a tall man in sweatpants staring into his phone. We got to the
treehouse cache and found out the man was indeed another cacher by the
name of Fish Soup.
The
cache was about 100 feet from the actual tree house next to a pile of
old logs/stump pieces. Bob was on that one right away. We continued to
the next one. The next few caches were pretty straight forward and
right off the trail. We completed a mc3cats puzzle the night before.
It was a cipher cache so I learned a little bit about ciphers. It
hadn't been found since October. We had a hard time zeroing in on it.
By the time we found it, our GPS said 140 feet off!
We
got to the end of the trail of caches and near the other set of parking
coords. We found an area that had a trail come through at one point.
It was built in the 1880's and torn down in the 1920's. The trestle
that they dug up left footprints in the ground. We had trouble locating
that one too but we eventually did. Then a few people walked by and I
assumed they were doing the same thing we were doing and they were. We
introduced ourselves on the run.
Our
next cache was a pretty hardcore one. We had to take a steep trail
down to the creek, snake our way to a log to cross the creek, without
falling off, there was a lot of frost on the moss attached to the tree
trunk. I made it across without any problems. Bob tried to find his
balance and had to go back and get a stick to help him across.
I
started on the old stump and he met me a few minutes later. We looked
and looked and looked. We knew it was going to be a hard one. Finally I
got the idea of climbing up on top and searching.
There
it was. A black container with a green lid smiling down on us. I
grabbed it and threw it down to Bob, he signed our names. We put it
back, walked back over the log bridge and back up the hill to the main
trail.
We
walked back to where we parked the truck. We were exhausted. We
scarfed down our sandwiches we brought in our lunchboxes. We moved into
the housing developments for caches. There were about 7-10 northwest
of where we were. Some of them required us to walk down a short
trail...some uphill, and some required us to bushwhack.
I hate sticker bushes.
We
had some help from some kids at a cache on the Newport Hills
overlooking Lake Washington and Seattle in the background. They were
Seahawk fans and were really excited about the game tomorrow. We moved
onto another area before calling it for the day. We found a gnome and
the cache was in its butthole. We giggled.
We
got a few more and started for home. The traffic wasn't bad. We came
out with 20 for the day and had to come back up to Renton for the WSGA
holiday party and the same grange from September.
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