Here’s the deal. I cached a can of Beanee Weenees on one of my trail rides in the Weiser area. I want to see how many people actual read my blog and figured this was one way to generate interest. Sort of an interactive blogging experience if you will.
If you have a GPS – this is a great way to learn how to use one. If you already know how to use one, this should be a piece of cake. If you don’t have a GPS – you might be able to follow the clues in this blog piece to find the cache.
What’s in it for you? Well, besides the opportunity to get out and explore some beautiful country – the winner will receive the coveted decorative and magical horseshoe pictured below. It is rumored the possessor of this horseshoe is empowered with magic powers beyond imagination. What exactly those powers entail are yet to be determined.
The BW’s is a specially marked can. Simply find the cache, snap a picture with your cell phone that proves you found the cache and behold the magic of a successful treasure hunt. (Nope – that’s not corny at all)
Good luck…and watch for snakes.
Beanee Weenee Treasure Hunt
Aka Rock Chuck and Rattlers
Who doesn’t love a good treasure hunt? From Easter eggs to arrowheads, there is something thrilling about the search and potential discovery of hidden treasure. Years ago I unearthed an antique porcelain and metal canning jar lid using my grandpa’s old metal detector. You would have thought that rusty old remnant of kitchens past had been attached to a jar filled with gold bullion as excited as I was to find it.
Years later I took up geocaching as a way to learn how to use a GPS effectively. It didn’t matter if the cache contained old door knobs, empty thread spools or keychains; the thrill is in the hunt – not the find. Unless the find is a jar filled with gold bullion – in which case the find may very well out-trump the hunt. Totally beside the point.
A thought occurred to me during a trail ride on the Weiser River. Surely I’m not the only one that likes to search for buried treasures and I know I’m not the only one who frequents the WRT. Instead of snapping my obligatory Beanee Weenee photo – I’ll “hide” a can instead. Mark the coordinates with my GPS and post it for others to find. So…that’s what I did.
I hobbled Jack and J’Lo in a grassy area next to the river. I pulled the specially marked can of BW’s out of my saddle bags and looked around for a good caching spot. I’d have to hide it from casual site or somebody might inadvertently pick it up. Not by the tree – too obvious. Definitely not in a pile of rocks – too many rattlers on the trail; don’t want to risk getting somebody snake-bit. It shouldn’t be so far off the trail that a person has to switch from cowboy boots to hiking boots to go after it, either. Ah ha….there’s a good spot!
I sat my camera and lunch supplies on a downed snag and went about “caching” the specially marked can of BW’s. The piece of RR relic obscured the can completely. I created a waypoint of the coordinates on my GPS: N. 44.32322 ~ W.116.79700
Jack, J’Lo and I continued on our trek shortly after setting the BW cache. The plan was to ride farther down the WRT than I’d ridden before. The old RR track converted to trail follows the river for 84 miles from Weiser to New Meadows. I’ve ridden sections of the trail in Weiser, Midvale and out of Cambridge. One day I will ride the total 84 miles.
You always run into something new on the WRT. I’ve heard people say they don’t like to ride the trail – they think it’s boring. I guess if you find hikers, cyclist, fisherman, coyotes, cool rock formations, waterfowl, game birds, eagles, wolves, cougar, elk, deer, rafters, rock chucks and rattle snakes boring, the WRT is not for you.
A group of rafters waved up at us with big smiles visible from 150 yards; obviously enjoying one of the first nice days of spring. I snapped pictures of them as they snapped pictures of my exclusive pack string consisting of two horses, two dogs and one human.
The trestle bridge was the highest bridge I’ve crossed on horseback to date. Albeit higher than we’ve crossed…I suppose in the grand scheme of bridges it’s really not that high. The planks and railings looked sound enough. Here goes nothing. Never weaken. Just go for it. Jack didn’t bat an eyelash. I refrained from looking behind me at what J’Lo was doing. I was content with knowing we all crossed to the other side without incident. John Edward would be proud.
A nice little camping area with picnic tables lay off to our right. I made note of the spot for future reference and checked my GPS – 8.1 miles. 16 miles for one day was adequate. We turned around and headed back to the trailer.
Jack stopped dead in his tracks refusing to move on. Jack is a looker – always gawking to and fro as he moves down the trail, much like myself. Usually it does not impede his forward movement as he checks out the scenery. This was different. He planted all four hooves and snorted. I scanned the area over the bank and didn’t see anything other than a pile of dog poop in the middle of our trail. I gave him a gentle squeeze – come on horse! He didn’t budge. Hank barked at the poop pile and jumped back. The poop buzzed back. That was no pile of poo…that was a pissed off rattle snake! The dogs ran behind Jack and J’Lo. We stood waiting for the rattler to let us pass.
Do you know how long it takes a rattler to uncoil itself and let you pass? However long it wants and not a minute sooner. I turned us around to give the snake some room to relax a little. Eventually he slithered off the trail allowing us to pass…buzzing as we rode by.
I worked at positioning Jack at the last swing gate. I’m never very good at this. Do you position the horse toward the open end or toward the hinged end? Do you side step into the swing or away? I fumbled around long enough for Jack’s liking. He pushed the gate opened, walked through and shoved it closed again for me to latch. Smart ass.
I un-saddled at the trailer and studied the sweat patterns on both horses. It was perfectly uniform. Several weeks ago I started positioning my saddle farther back on the horse according to an article I read on Facebook. It might be the only intelligent thing I’ve read on Facebook in the last 10 years. Normally both horses have a dry spot around the shoulder/wither area that can turn into white scalding. It drives me nuts. My vet told me that if you ride your horse like they should be ridden – it’s going to happen. Still – it drives me crazy. After moving the saddles back – I noticed the sweat pattern improve and the white spots diminish. Who’d a thought Facebook could teach us about proper saddle positioning?
We’d ridden 16.2 miles total in 4.55 hours travel time stopping for 46 minutes to eat and cache a can of BW’s. We averaged 3.3 MPH with a top speed of 13.7 MPH. I planned to post the BW cache on my blog in hopes it will give others the incentive to check out this cool trail. I figure if they are bored by rock chuck and rattlers – perhaps a Beanee Weenee treasure hunt will provide some motivation.