Current at 11/6/2011 (Online waypoint URL) You have already found this cache! Master Index    Nearest Caches Clock With No Hands by Team Kare-a-Cache (2/1.5) N49° 49.150  W97° 05.994 (WGS84) UTM  14U   E 636681  N 5520257 Use waypoint: GC1XBQN Size: Small    Hidden on 8/25/2009 In Manitoba, Canada Difficulty:     Terrain:                           Clocks can tell time...or at least are supposed to. This clock, however, in this lovely little rest area has long ago stopped working and has since lost it's hands. This area, where you can find the clock with no hands, is a place where time has stopped. The clock no longer tells time, therefore, imagine if you will....what if time is no longer measured here. What could that mean for you? Endless lunch hours......time to walk in this park.....no more hurrying to meet your daily schedules. If the day seems to be closing in, and you have lost track of all time, come and find this cache, and stay a while. Check out a book at your nearest library, curl up on one of the benches and listen to the birds sing. After all, time stands still while you are here. Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save. (Will Rogers) Cache is a camoed lock and lock container. Cache is packed full. Contains logbook, writing stick, other small treasures and a first to find pin for the eager beaver cacher as well as a TB. Congratulations goes to dasmewpg for being the First to Find!

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5/24/2010 by Kabuthunk
[I have to say, I'm quite perplexed by the name of the cache. I figure it's associated with the fact that you're in a park (of sorts), and chillaxing is of course awesome. However, it got my mind working a little bit further than that, since I see time as more of a concept to begin with, rather than an actual 'thing'. "Time", as we know it, was an invention of man. The passage of occurrences from the past to the future will of course always continue at the exact same rate as they have always gone (from the point of the observer), the the actual definition of a second, minute, hour, etc are all the creation of man to begin with.

Personally in regards to time, I'd prefer if the world moved to use metric time (base 10), and did away with time zones or daylight savings entirely (and while we're at it... AM and PM... just use military notation). The numbers associated with the time are meaningless, aside from mere markers to increment how far it is from point A to point B. What the markers themselves are is irrelevant. Think about it... conducting business on a global scale would be infinitely easier to accomplish. When you say 'there is a net-meeting or phonecall at 8:00, everyone involved would know EXACTLY when that is. For in Winnipeg say, instead of working from 9:30am to 6:00pm, the numbers on the clock would say... 2:30pm to 11:00pm. I would still be getting up at the same time in relation to where the sun is over the horizon, the single only change would be the numbers on the clock.

Sorry... the whole concept of time and how it's handled globally pisses me off. Seriously, you probably don't want to get me started after I've had a few drinks . But I digress. The cache!

So I'm biking home after doing a day of hard yardwork at my in-laws place (shoveling sand). Amidst my tiredness, I somehow found the energy to go after a few geocaches, and this was pretty much right on my way home. I'm not to familiar with this community center, but I've been to it maybe... two or three times. I wasn't feeling particularly confident about being there, one way or the other. However, given the past logs have stated it was a relatively easy find, I crossed my fingers. Parking my bike against the nearby tree] (somewhat ironic given the cache location), [I began to hunt the area for a cache of any sort. I was somewhat worried when I first arrived, due to the many, many possible locations a cache could hide. But given it was a 'small' size instead of a micro, I still had some confidence left.

Thankfully, the area was nigh-deserted of people (fair number of cars parked though). The only sound of humanity aside from cars driving down Dakota was the sound of some kids playing basketball somewhere off to the North somewhere. I couldn't see them anyway, so I was thankful for the lack of bystanders. I circled the area about two or three times, each time getting more confused as to what I was missing. Checking my palm pilot for the cache description and hint, it at least narrowed down my search a fair bit. Not that I really went against the hint anyway, but it narrowed my search down nonetheless. At one point, I had actually been RIGHT BESIDE the cache location, but somehow didn't stumble across it until my second attempt at being in that exact same position (where about 4 stray thorns decided to find their way into my hand ). With the cache now in my slightly perforated hand, I parked myself on the nearby bench and opened up my findings. Not seeing anything I wanted to trade for (the dinosaur head thing was really tempting though), I tossed in a chainmail ball and signed the logbook.

Thanks for bringing me out here though. Some day I should really bike the various trails around the area and adventure around a bit. It seems this area of town has a ton of bike paths here and there that I've never been down. I'll have to change that sometime .

Took: Nothing
Left: Logbook entry and chainmail ball]

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