And to think I saw it while geocaching!

Among the things I like about geocaching is that I see places and details I would not have seen if I weren’t looking for a cache. I also like that many cache descriptions tell a story and the story is made richer by the logs detailing the adventures and experiences of the geocachers searching for the cache.

A sight I might not have seen if I wasn’t geocaching was this one. I often passed through Warren, RI, on the bus, but it wasn’t until I was looking for a cache on a side street that I saw The King.

In Pawtucket, RI, I was on the bank of the Seekonk River (and quite muddy it was too) searching for a cache. This lovely reflected view of the Slater Mill Historic Site was a bit different from what I saw from the street on the other side.

I discovered the Orti del Parnaso (Gardens of the Parnassus) in Florence six years ago when I went looking for a cache. In it, there is a tree planted to honor all non-Jews who helped Italian and non-Italian Jews escape from the Nazis. The tree is dedicated to Gino Bartali, a champion cyclist who, under the guise of training, delivered documents that aided in escapes by hiding them in the frame of his bicycle.

I had several opportunities to notice this stencil near the cathedral in Narbonne, France because we looked for a cache there so many times (we never did find it). One occasion yielded one of my favorite geocaching stories. Me (while trying to reach a possible hiding place in a wall while perched precariously on a tiny outcropping of rock): “Why am I always the one doing these things?” My friend Catherine: “Because you’re taller and stupider!”

My geo-buddy Mike and I went caching several times around Providence, RI and when I look at photos, I see that a lot of our excursions were at night. This is the Woonsocket Falls Dam. What I remember from this location is that across the street was a food cart that Mike recommended!

I never noticed this emblem on the wall of a building on Piazza Santa Croce until I had to look for it as part of a multi-part geocache. It marks the midpoint of the football pitch created in the piazza for the Calcio Storico matches every June. I’ve never seen a match, but from what I’ve read, the soccer played during these matches incorporates elements of rugby and wrestling.

The cache near this mural is part of a cache series called “DC Hidden Murals.” The mural is called “A Survivor’s Journey” and the dedication reads: “Inspired by true stories of domestic violence, this mural depicts a woman and child’s journey from a painful past to a brighter tomorrow with a myriad of support along the way.”

These iron rings are in the ruins of a fort on Napatree Point in Rhode Island. To reach the cache, I  lowered myself from the upper level of the fort to a stone bench. I couldn’t quite reach the bench, so I had to let myself drop the last several inches. I found the cache and took these pictures and then realized I had no idea how to get back to the top level. On one side, there was a steep drop into trees and brush and I couldn’t pull myself back up the way I came. I finally climbed a ladder, at the top of which was an overhanging iron plate that I somehow managed to crawl around. When I told my brother this story, he said to feel free to text him the GC code so they’d know where to look for the body!

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Images © Melissa Corcoran.

 

 

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