Current at 11/6/2011 (Online waypoint URL) You have already found this cache! Master Index    Nearest Caches Morier Park Cache by heinrichs (2/2) N49° 52.332  W97° 06.145 (WGS84) UTM  14U   E 636350  N 5526148 Use waypoint: GC1388M Size: Small    Hidden on 5/27/2007 In Manitoba, Canada Difficulty:     Terrain:                   Small Seine River Park. Good for dogs and nature-lovers. Floods out in spring every year but cache should be above water level. The first homes were built in St. Vital around 1822, with retired fur traders claiming their own farms. Lots were generally long and narrow, ensuring each homestead had a ready source of water from the Red and Seine rivers. With its concentration of market gardens, St. Vital provided fresh foods and dairy products needed by a burgeoning city. Until the 1920s this was the main activity in the community. With changing times, homes began to be built in the Elm Park area until the depression and the second world war slowed development. Following the war, St. Vital saw a burst of development which has continued until now. The three Morier brothers, Olier, Oscar and Horace, established one of the first and largest market gardens in the St. Vital area, on land bounded by the Red and Seine rivers, Morier and Vivien avenues. In the early days workers slept overnight in the spring months in the four greenhouses stoking fires to fend off frost. The garden had its own well and windmill which operated until 1955. Morier Park is now located on land donated by the Morier family.

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4/4/2008 by Kabuthunk
VICTORY IS MINE ! I woke up early today PURELY for the sake of going geocaching. Y'see... the last time I logged a cache (an event, actually) was on March 5th. To date, I have never gone a full month of 'dry spell'... and I wasn't about to let the start now.

Most of the reason for the lack of caching is well... wedding planning... more specifically planning my own wedding, which will be taking place in exactly two weeks from today (woohoo!). So what's more important... wedding, or geocaching.

......

I know you're all wondering what direction I'm going with that, so I'm going to leave you, the reader, in utter agony by not finishing that thought .

BUT... that aside... back to the point of typing this... geocaching. I set out today to go find a geocache. A quick update of my GPS in the morning, and I went to check what was nearby.

Hmm... nothing. I appear to have found everything in the immediate vicinity, and no new ones have sprung up yet. But ahh... an old nemesis that has remained unfound for WAY too long. Ahh, Morier Park Cache... I'll dinifra you where the sun don't shine!

And dinifra I did, and successful it was . I figured I had a fairly good chance at it, since we've had a lot of snow meltage over the past while. Swinging my car down the road and luckly finding a close parking spot, I hopped out and headed for the park. Still seeing a full cover of white on the ground, I started to get a tad nervous. The trees may well have protected all of this snow from melting for the most part. Upon setting my foot on the snow, I got a little more worried, since it was rock hard. Could the cache now be buried beneath snow as solid as concrete?

But... I'm actually kinda surprised it was still there. Upon walking towards the coordinates, I spotted the cache ridiculously easily before even getting close to it. It was basically just... lying on the ground, assumingly right next to where it was supposed to be hidden. It looks like when it was last hidden, the snow didn't allow it to be re-hidden all that well. Picking it up and heading over to one of the benches, I signed the logsheet. Everything was still dry as a bone in there, so the container held up well . A chainmail ball easily fit inside, and I closed it up again. However, figuring it could use a bit more camouflage, I wandered around a bit looking for something that would cover it up. Not finding anything not cemented to the ice, I headed back to where I picked up the cache. A little bit of pointy stick work, and I was able to open up it's original (I assume) hiding spot. Hiding it completely, I now felt that the chances of this being muggled dropped by about 99.98%. Y'know... what with it not being blatantly visible, lying in the middle of the walking path. I'm STILL surprised it was still there. Noone must have come to the park since the last big melt or two.

In either case... glad to have found it, and I got to check out the park again. Although I've gotta check it out when it's a bit greener next time .

Took: Nothing
Left: Logbook entry and chainmail ball

1/6/2008 by Kabuthunk
Ehhh, I'll chalk this one up to lack of preparedness combined with lack of light. Also, there always seemed to be a dog-walker there. If I wait for one to leave, another one showed up. I swear... day or night, winter or summer, no matter what park you're in, you're guaranteed to run across someone walking their dog.

That's why I prefer cats. Nuts to extraordinarily high-maintenance.

But I digress... the cache was not found by myself today unfortunately. Y'see, I wanted to geocaching today, but didn't feel like hauling my big geocaching bag with me (when will I learn this this is NEVER a good option). So I basically left home with my GPS, my sack o' chainmail balls, a pen, and some swag. It was about 4:30 when I arrived (damn winter and the sun starting to go down at like... 4), so the sun was already waning. I killed even MORE light waiting for a dog-walker to move on. Eventually, I had the opportunity to head towards the coordinates.

I followed the various primary paths by the coordinates here and there, poking my poor, ungloved hands into as many crevaces as I could find. Alas, the cold tips of my fingers never seemed to drag overtop of anything other than wood or snow. After about 20 minutes (5 of which in the middle were waiting for yet ANOTHER dog-walker to move on), I decided to abandon the hunt for the time being. I found several potential spots that would have been good cache-hiding locations (a fair number of good potential spots, actually), but all of them turned out to be dead ends. By the end, I was just groping my hands about in the quickly coming darkness. Without light, I knew my chances of finding it today would get exponentially worse.

Ah well... another day, this cache will fall before me.