{"id":9632,"date":"2012-04-03T13:57:13","date_gmt":"2012-04-03T20:57:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/?p=9632"},"modified":"2012-04-03T15:22:04","modified_gmt":"2012-04-03T22:22:04","slug":"crisis-recovery-mode","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/?p=9632","title":{"rendered":"Crisis Recovery Mode"},"content":{"rendered":"

I turned the computers off Sunday night because Angie’s visiting from Tampa and sleeping on the Murphy bed in our office.\u00a0 When I turned my PC back on Monday morning, a warning window appeared telling me my user profile was corrupted.\u00a0 All my files, settings, contacts, email, etc — not gone exactly, but invisible and inaccessible.\u00a0 Two days later I have managed to retrieve almost everything, importing it to a new user profile.<\/p>\n

Our IT consultant says it’s an indicator of a failing hard drive.\u00a0 Time to make a good backup and go shopping for a new PC, I guess.<\/p>\n

To get away from the frustration of finding seemingly-lost files, I went bicycling with Angie this morning.\u00a0 She went online to a geocaching website and found coordinates for some caches in the neighborhood.\u00a0 Armed with a handheld GPS, we pedaled off to find them.\u00a0 A handheld will get you within a few feet of a latitude\/longitude coordinate; from there you look for a hidden container … under rocks, up in a tree, in a drain culvert, and so on.<\/p>\n

We found three of the four cached containers we were looking for.\u00a0 The first was hidden inside a plastic standpipe.\u00a0 If we hadn’t grabbed the standpipe we never would have realized it wasn’t connected to anything and was just standing in a hole in the ground.\u00a0 Angie removed the cap, pulled the pipe from the ground and turned it upside down, and out rolled a little orange container:<\/p>\n

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Angie finds it.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Inside the container was a paper scroll.\u00a0 Those who find it are supposed to write down the date and their name, put the scroll back into the container, put the container back in the standpipe, and leave the scene as they found it.<\/p>\n

Another container was coffee-can sized and contained several kid’s toys (along with another scroll):<\/p>\n

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Take something; add something<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

When there are several items in a container, geocachers will usually take one, replacing it with another.\u00a0 The one they take will go into another container somewhere else.\u00a0 Occasionally kids will find a cached container and take everything, and I can see where they’d be tempted.\u00a0 To help prevent that, this container also held a note explaining geocaching and asking accidental finders to leave it as they found it.<\/p>\n

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Replacing the container<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

We rode about ten miles and by the time we got home my frustration was gone.\u00a0 Computer problems?\u00a0 Who cares?\u00a0 What a fun morning!\u00a0 There’s no crisis a good bicycle ride won’t cure.\u00a0 And now I have a new activity to introduce to our grandson when he comes to visit this summer — I think he’ll love geocaching.<\/p>\n

By far the coolest thing Angie and I found, though, was at the location of the one cache we couldn’t locate.\u00a0 Turning rocks over and moving dead brush aside while looking for the hidden container, we found an owl pellet, and out of it came this ground squirrel skull.\u00a0 What delicate little orbital bones!<\/p>\n

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Alas, poor Yorick!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I turned the computers off Sunday night because Angie’s visiting from Tampa and sleeping on the Murphy bed in our office.\u00a0 When I turned my PC back on Monday morning, a warning window appeared telling me my user profile was corrupted.\u00a0 All my files, settings, contacts, email, etc — not gone exactly, but invisible and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[555,2],"tags":[710],"class_list":["post-9632","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-local-color","category-personal","tag-geocaching"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9632","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9632"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9632\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9642,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9632\/revisions\/9642"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9632"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9632"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9632"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}