The Caravan Chronicles

The Caravan Chronicles

Matthew Klem

Published by Matthew Klem / Magestik Publishing

Copyright © 2019 Matthew Klem / Magestik Publishing

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No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without the written permission of the publisher and/or author.

Some names and other identifying features of individuals portrayed in this book may have been changed. Other individual’s real names have been used with explicit permission from them.

Photo credits: Matthew Klem, Paul Steeves, Ken Arsenault, Mark Knowles

Newspaper article courtesy of The Times & Transcript

Front and Rear Cover Artwork courtesy of Norm Delaney

Map images provided by Google Maps © 2019 Google, INEGI

Geocaching.com © 2019 Groundspeak Inc.

ISBN: 978-0-9865081-5-8

DEDICATION

To my son Dylan who reminded me it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.

Table of Contents

Preface

Finding a New Adventure

Just Keep on Going

Are We There Yet?

From Milestones to Giants

No Time Like Our Own

The Earth, The Skies & Cars Disguised

Move Along Nothing to See Here

From Traveler to Local in One Ride

The Longest Journey

The Aftermath

APPENDIX I – Geocache List

APPENDIX II – Notable Cities / Our Route

Preface

Where I give the lowdown on where and how this book came to be.

During this trip, I had a journal where I was making notes about anything significant that we encountered. Often I would forget to jot something down and would come back to it at a later time that day or even later along the trip. During the trek home, Paul and I spoke about the things I had written down, and I had said I intended to do a nice lengthy write-up about the trip for our website. What he didn’t know at the time was that there were two reasons for me wanting to take so many notes about the trip.

It was always my intention to sit down and write out as much detail as I could about our journey and experiences we had while traveling across the United States. Whether it was in a single blog post on our website or a series of posts on another blog, I knew that I had to put it down while it was still fresh. As time passes, the minutia of each one of those days gets harder to recall. I wanted to make sure that much like many of the other big trips I had taken, there was a written account somewhere that I could go back to and remind myself of what had happened. But along with just wanting to write it down for posterity, a part of me thought that maybe there would be enough material to write an entire book.

Before the trip, I had finished the first draft of another book I had written about many of my other travel experiences around the world. With the bulk of that book now behind me, I was looking for my next big writing project. But honestly, by the time the trip was over and I reviewed my notes, I started to wonder if there was enough material to write a book at all.

So I decided I would sit down and write whatever I could remember and then decide what to do with it later. As I started writing pieces here and there, I would post little snippets to Facebook to gauge a little bit of the reaction. During outings with Paul, he’d often ask me how my write-up was going, and I’d tell him that it’s a work in progress. By the time I got through to the end, I had realized there was just too much here to post as a blog entry, and so The Caravan Chronicles was born.

For those who have never heard of, or know very little about the hobby of geocaching, don’t let that hold you back from perusing the pages that follow. Everything you need to know about the hobby as it applies to this trip is within these chapters. And for those of you who have signed a log, written a TFTC somewhere, or have said just one more... while out in the wild, you’ll recognize some of our antics and relate to some of our woes.

But no matter who you are, I hope this story puts a smile on your face and maybe inspires you to take a road trip somewhere.

Finding

a

New

Adventure

Why we chose to take on a crazy road trip like this and how geocaching led us to it.

Driving along a red dirt road, one of the boys yells out that we are getting closer. Ron pulls the car over, and all four of us head into the woods. The bush here was incredibly thick. Spruce trees surrounded each of us within moments of entering the wooded area, and before we knew it, no one could see anything except the branches of whatever tree happened to smack you in your face.

I’m at Ground Zero, but I got nothing from one voice.

Mine’s just spinning. Any luck? another asks.

Known as the drunken bee dance, the four of us had engaged in a relatively common practice of walking circles around the same area looking for the same thing. Examining every branch, and every limb of every tree we spotted, no one was coming up with the find. The hint itself seemed incredibly simple, and the name of the geocache seemingly gave it away. We suspected it was small as much of what we had found earlier could easily fit in your hand. But just as I was about to call it and tell the boys to move on to the next one, I hear Paul’s voice.

I’ve got it! Paul squawked with a bit of joy in his voice.

We all had a small sigh of relief and started to head back towards the car.

You guys have got to see this, he said. The name of what we were looking for was Another micro in the woods (GC1GVCM) and given that the term micro depicts the container to be small enough to fit in your hand, I cast my doubts on whether or not it made much sense to see yet another film canister in a tree. But we all knew that Paul wouldn’t have grabbed our attention for something so simple. The rest of us made our way through the trees, following his voice until eventually, we came upon the micro he had found in the woods.

Sitting along the branch of one of the smaller spruce trees was a microwave oven. An actual microwave oven, in the middle of the woods, hanging from a tree was the micro we had been looking for. Inside the oven was a tobacco canister that had the log sheet, and all four of us started laughing. Someone snapped a picture of Ken beside the microwave before we all signed the log, put the container back in the oven, and kept on moving. The misdirection of the name combined with the hilarious idea of a microwave in a tree have made that geocache stand out as one of my all-time favorites in the 12 years that I have been geocaching.

For the next four years, all four of us would return to PEI on that same weekend to go geocaching. Through the course of Friday evening, all of Saturday, and part of Sunday, we would have our heads buried in a GPS, looking at maps, and finding countless pill bottles hanging in trees across the likes of Prince Edward Island. Sure, now and then, we’d find something unique like a microwave oven, but more often than not, it was bottles upon bottles hanging in trees. But that trip also served as yet another beginning for me.

Despite some of the repetitive finds during our weekend away, it never seemed to matter.  It wasn’t the actual geocaching that made the trip fun. It was the banter in the car which included countless insults to each other, Paul’s meticulous planning for the route we would take to get as many caches as possible, to Ron’s laid back attitude when he’d often spent more time in the car doing the driving and putting up with us than doing any geocaching. In the end, it was all about four friends who had connected through geocaching, enjoying a weekend away to have some fun.

Geocaching is a high tech treasure hunt using a GPS or mobile device to find containers that have been hidden all around the world. Once found, you sign your name on the log sheet and place the container back where you found it for the next person to find. Almost every country across the globe has geocaches hidden somewhere within its borders. Whether it’s across the street from your house or at the south pole, geocaches are everywhere. The hobby knows no boundary of age, size, sex, religion, color, or political affiliation. It’s an activity that anyone can participate in. Given the broad nature of the way people participate in the hobby, there’s something in it for everyone. Some try it out and enjoy it for a while, then move on to the next big thing. Those who stick it out often end up part of a broader community. In joining a large group like this, it often leads to great friendships and great experiences, much like my repeated trips to PEI with three guys I met through geocaching.

I had started geocaching in late 2007, and by the time 2013 had rolled around, I found myself neck-deep in everything geocaching. Hosting events, hiding containers, forming a geocaching organization to help promote the hobby in our region, and eventually having a big hand in putting on the first geocaching mega event (a geocaching event with 500+ attendees) in Moncton back in 2015 all topped my geocaching resume. Geocaching had become an integral part of my life. But when August 1st, 2015 rolled around, and the M3 mega-event went off better than we had expected, the excitement of geocaching for me had finally begun to wane.

In my early days of caching, the idea of using a GPS enabled device to find a container hidden either somewhere in the woods or creatively camouflaged within the city was captivating to me. I spent hours upon hours searching for these containers all over the town I happened to be visiting. But through the course of learning more about geocaching, I found an entire community of people who were as obsessed with the hobby as I had become. It turns out that for me, the best part of geocaching wasn’t so much the rush of finding the container, but the comradery you experienced being out with a group of people who shared a similar interest.

By the time the mega had come and gone, I had found myself less and less interested in spending time trying to find film canisters in trees or Tupperware under rocks. As much as the hobby excited me at one time, after eight years of mostly finding the same things again and again, the appeal had dissipated considerably. But I had made some terrific friends through geocaching, and every time we went out as a group, I always found myself thoroughly enjoying the experience. It made me realize that I was no longer interested in geocaching alone and just wanted to spend more time with good people.

At some point later on after the mega, I asked my good friend Ken Arsenault if he was interested in getting a few