We are excited to announce our new geocache event! Hidden at some of the local dive sites are geocache containers. In each cache is a log book for writing notes and Scuba North poker chips. If you return a poker chip to us you will get entered into a drawing for a prize. The more caches you find, the more entries you get (one poker chip per diver per cache). Below are starting coordinates for each site and clues to locating the cache in the water.
Location 1: 44°50'4.86"N, 85°32'22.56"W
Solve the following dive table question using the NOAA No-Decompression air tables to determine the correct compass heading to find the cache.
"You do a dive to 60 ft for 20 min, SIT for 3:30 hrs, then you are planning a second dive to 37 ft.
What is the no-stop repetitive dive time for the second dive?”
Enter the water and head south east, following the flags to the dropoff. Locate the king of the cryptids in about 20 ft of water. Use the answer from the above problem as a compass heading from the king of the cryptids to the cache. The cache is located at a depth of about 37 ft.
Location 2: 44°57'42.18"N, 85°29'2.58"W
From Haserot’s shore, your search begins
Go straight through the shallows by the stroke of your fins
Bear South by the wall, where the lake bottom falls
From within the old junk pile, a lost treasure calls…
THE CACHE IS NOT IN THE CAR!
Location 3: 44°44'48.83"N, 85°45'48.36"W
Go forth and descend past the swim zone
To the west is the treasure that you wish to own
With sisu in your heart and air on your back
The nordic ways will guide you when you’re on the right track
Location 4: 44°39'13.82"N, 86°11'8.27"W
Wade through the shallows til the water gets deep,
Past mussel laden rocks with a secret to keep.
A 60 degree heading will make your search complete,
A rusting hulk lies in a depth of 34 feet.
Location 5: 44°46'0.54"N, 85°37'35.82"W
Remnants of an industrial past,
These metal giants were meant to last.
The northeast crib is hiding a cache,
Find it quick before light and power turns to ash.
Location 6: 44°47'14.76"N, 85°38'12.96"W
I do not breathe, yet halt the tide,
A fractured spine where tempests bide.
No vessel am I, yet near I'm found,
Where sails return and ropes are wound.
I'm built to break, yet never fall,
a paradox of stone and squall.
Name me true, this coastal spawl-
The edge that holds without a hall.
