The Search for Professor Plum

A few weeks ago, Rick and I started working on a cache series that’s based on the board game Clue.

The first cache we looked for was Miss Scarlett. We must have looked for half an hour, with no success (as it turns out, the cache was missing).

Then we went to look for Professor Plum, a cache located on the west side of Otay Mountain, only to find that the road we needed was closed for construction.

We did find Colonel Mustard that day, though, so it wasn’t a total bust.

I took a look on the map, and saw that Professor Plum could be accessed by coming over Otay Mountain from the north. And by doing so, we would be passing many other caches. Heh heh.

So that’s what we did, and here are a few things that I found rather interesting. Many of the pictures are linked to larger versions, if you’re interested.

Here’s one of the last pictures I took, but I think it serves as a nice introduction to the story.

This is the view from one of the first caches. As you can see, June Gloom was in full force this morning.

But as we got a little higher, the views improved considerably.

Here’s a rather unassuming bush.

Rick and I spent a lot of time looking for one of the caches. We started searching at the point our GPS receivers said the cache should be found. Then we expanded the search. We looked under bushes, we looked under rocks, we looked everywhere we could think to look, but to no avail.

When I reached the above-pictured bit of shrubbery, I said, quite seriously, “If it’s not in this bush, I’m calling it.” “Calling it” means “I quit. I’m tired of looking. Geocaching is stupid and I don’t know why I do it.”

It was in the bush.

Yay! Geocaching is great fun!

Driving over Otay Mountain always makes me a bit nervous. The trails are narrow, and the view out the window usually looks something like this.

That, my friends, is a long, long way down.

Here’s one Rick took of me after a nice scramble up the hill.

One of the caches was named “RFF”, and is near this sign.

My question is, do the radio waves know they’re not supposed to go past the sign?

And, of course, a post about a trip like this would not be complete without a picture of my trusty companion, the one who makes it all possible, give it up, my friends, for Eugene the Jeep!

For those of you keeping score, we got Professor Plum and 31 of his closest neighbors, all in the space of about 5 hours. Good times.

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