Nev Judd: Online and out there

I must have walked past it a hundred times.
On the beach, just by the Camp Byng sign, the small, plastic olive container was concealed at the base of a fir tree, tucked behind a dead cedar.
Inside were all sorts of trinkets – a bead necklace, a small plastic dinosaur, pencil and notebook for messages.
Someone had hidden it there in 2004 – 212 years after Capt. George Vancouver had camped nearby and given Gower Point its name.
Cap’n George would have liked geocaching. A handheld electronic device equipped with a global positioning system could have helped him find the Northwest Passage.
The cache by the Camp Byng sign has been my only success to date. I’ve since been on futile geocaching missions to Whispering Firs park in Gibsons, Cliff Gilker park, and the bridge outside Roberts Creek legion. The latter venue had a black bear waiting for me.
The story I’m supposed to write about geocaching was due yesterday.
I can’t wait to read it.