It was a scarey climb up, "just" the standard route on Mt. Washington, a I-3. The 7,794 ft.summit was warm, the writings in the summit register a fine distraction from the intrusive thoughts you could not shake: "What about the rappel?" There's a lot of air under your feet as you back over the edge and let yourself go. It's afternoon by the time you reach the rappel point, and the east face below you is in deep shadow. Somehow that doesn't help, it just makes the whole scene seem colder and more ominous. The safety of your car at Big Lake nearly 3,000 feet below seems terribly unattainable.

Geocaching: This new sport is a high-tech activity that seems to draw its inspiration from the grand old tradition of mountaintop summit registers. You fight, you struggle, you endure bad weather and bugs for the prize--- a link to other similar travellers of the out-of-doors, both past and future. You read of their journey, you enjoy the surprises of their little leavings, and you carefully compose a few lines for future readers to hear of your journey. At the time, it probably never occurs to you that this one day in Time may be the only time in your Life that you stand here with this opportunity to say something for others about this adventure you have had this day... I recall the words from a 1973 popular song by Seals and Crofts: "We May Never Pass This Way Again," was its title, and its theme had something to do with valuing the moment in Time.

The geocache site shown to the left is located on the side of a store just outside the entrance to Fort Stevens State Park, on the north Oregon Coast.