GCZWDH
Red Rover, Red Rover....
Type: Traditional
| Size: Regular
| Difficulty: 
| Terrain: 
By: Slippery_1 and MHz
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| Hide Date: 18/12/2006
| Status: Available
Country: Canada
| State: Manitoba
Coordinates: N49° 57.242 W97° 14.577 | Last updated: 10/06/2026 | Fav points: 0
When your running for this cache, make sure you don't run a red or risk getting caught by a red light camera. Then you'll end up seeing red and then maybe you'll be in the red. Perhaps on your way to the cache, you may see a flag with a red maple leaf, a red squirrel or an Irish red setter. Perhaps you'll be wearing a red jacket or a red poppy when you find the cache. But what ever you do, don't get caught red-handed by muggles as then you'll be very red-faced!
Cache is an ammo can in a very popular dog walking park. There is no real "red" theme to this cache but it was created to help launch a coin looking for all the red-nosed and red-blooded cachers out there to keep it moving along.
GBES owned by CachingCoins.
Congrats on being FTF ertyu, you sneaky guy!
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16/07/2008 By Kabutroid
After a DNF shortly before this one, I poked around what was near the Red River College that I hadn't found yet. This one sprung up slightly north of said College, so I figured I'd tackle it. The name rung a bell slightly, and I quickly realized why.
Back in March of 2007, I had found several nearby caches, such as 'Micro Cache 2' and 'Death By Triangulation'. I had seriously pondered going after this one, but unfortunately at the time, I didn't have the time to trek out to it. I vowed to return one day...
And now I have  .
I knew it'd be a bit of a hike, but I had a little more time to work with this time around. Parking in pretty much the exact same spot I did over a year ago, I headed into the bushes. The aroma was amazing... trees, combined with the fresh wood-chips that seems to have been spread over the trails. In fact, there was still piles of these wood chips at some of the trailheads, waiting to be spread down them.
Walking down the winding paths towards the coordinates, I noticed something strange. It appears that (especially near the entrance to the bushes) there are various articles of clothing or strips of cloth tied to many of the trees. I can't even begin to fathom the significance of that, but it was somewhat amusing. There didn't seem to be much rhyme or reason to their order/placement... but eh, whatever floats someone's boat... or as I like to say, 'moisten someone's washcloth'.
Yeah, don't ask. I just came up with it one day, and used it ever since  .
But after a bit of a hike (in which I ended up circling AROUND the cache to the end of the park, and back into it again), I found what I thought to be the best place to plunge into the bushes. A few minutes of sweaty, humid bushwhacking later, and I found myself at a cache container. It put up a fight to get to, but was easy to spot once there  . Unfortunately, the distinct lack of wind and high level of humidity there made it a quite pleasant home for many a mosquito. It didn't take them long to find me, and I was soon swatting my arms/legs/neck/etc every two seconds. A quick signing of the logbook and tossing-in of a chainmail ball, and I bailed out of there. I may be mistaken, but I'm pretty sure I lost three quarts of blood to those mosquitoes. I'm also pretty sure I took out a fair number of them... which I'm sure was only 1x10^-15% of their population .
Getting out of the dense bush was no easier than getting into it. I ended up taking a different route, since my track on the GPS indicated that there was a closer point to the trail, almost directly to the north. Unfortunately, I think the brush was denser that way. In fact, I don't think there's any particularly 'easy' method of getting to the cache unless a helicopter drops you in on a rope. And even then, that's probably not easier due to the heavy tree-cover .
Several minutes after leaving the coordinates, I finally escaped the dense brush and found myself on the trail. At this point, I heard several other hikers (what sounded like the random cheering and whooping of drunken idiots... not what I wanted to run into alone in the middle of a forest), and hightailed it out of there and found my way back to the car.
Thanks for the awesome forest cache. A nice, dense one that puts you through your paces to get to. A nice workout like this one definitely relaxed me after an annoying day at work  .
Took: Nothing
Left: Logbook entry, chainmail ball, and a lot of blood for the mosquitoes
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