2010-05-22 49 -123

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This is the Vancouver graticule's official Mouseover Day celebration for 2010. Mouseover Day is supposed to be for people who are unable, due to work or other commitments, to geohash on May 21st, but the Vancouver graticule stayed up past midnight celebrating Geohashing Day and then went to this one. Why would we miss a Saturday of geohashing?

Welcome to Mouseover Day Basecamp

Sat 22 May 2010 in 49,-123:
49.4635260, -123.7646015

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Some 600m off shore in Sechelt. Google maps shows a possible beach access at the closest land approach. However, the closest land approach (Shorncliffe Ave. and Boulevard) is a trail closed to cars. There's a big public parking lot a few blocks away, at Ocean and Sunshine Coast Hwy. Gear dropoff at Ocean and Boulevard then parking may be the best option. The beach at Ocean is an actual beach in street view, where over at Shorncliffe it looks more rocky and may or may not be beach-like.

Good place for a beach celebration, though. Picnic tables and everything.


Hi everybody!
  • Arbron - with a friend, but no boat
  • Elbie - boatlessly
  • Juventas - with the Challenger raft
  • Robyn - with Amazingly Enough and T-Rex
  • Rhonda - with her kayak and Sophie
  • user:thepiguy - with a rubber raft and d/dRex
  • Wade - with his infamous GPS
  • Xore - with his kayak, but no intention of using it
  • yangman - with a campstove and hot chocolate
  • Ben - friend of Arbron
  • thepiguy's parents, but briefly and before the others arrived
  • four nameless strangers who accepted offers of free cake and pie

That makes ten official participants and six unofficial ones, not including boats, hashcots and other inanimate objects with personalities.


The original plan (preserved on the talk page) was very simple: meet at the 9:20 Ferry to Gibsons, drive to Sechelt, take a motley collection of watercraft out to the point, then party on the beach. We knew in advance that we would be out a bit late on the Geohashing Day expedition so we went for the 9:20 ferry instead of the first one at 7:20.

You know what they say about the best laid plans of mice. It apparently applies to Mouseover Day as well.


Catching A Ferry[edit]

In order to ensure a robust hash, participants were distributed, without advance notice, among three different Horseshoe Bay to Langdale sailings.

Approaching the ferry tollbooth

07:20 Sailing[edit]

thepiguy was on it. There were waffles.

09:20 Sailing[edit]

Sleep deprived but conscious, Robyn and Wade got into the car and drove out to UBC to pick up Elbie. On the way they encountered almost no traffic, a lot of closed coffee shops, and a coyote. The coyote was trotting along Marine Drive on the UBC campus with as much self-assuredness as a political science major. It wouldn't take more than a handful of coyotes of that size and healthiness to 'eat a polisci major, but they'd have to be pretty hungry to want to try. We both saw it, so we weren't hallucinating.

Sleep deprivation does tricky things with your memory, leading Robyn to believe simultaneously that she had agreed to pick up Elbie at the corner of Agronomy Road and Thunderbird Road and that she had agreed to pick her up at the same place as last time, which was actually Agronomy Road and Marine Drive. This wouldn't have been a problem, because regardless of what it was called, Robyn knew how to drive there and would have done so, except for the presence of Wade's GPS. Wade's GPS is, like geohashing itself, a spontaneous adventure generator. Robyn knew she had to drive straight along the road she was on in order to get to the proper meeting point, but so reliably entertaining has Wade's GPS proven itself to be, that when it suggested we turn right up a sideroad into a construction zone, Robyn did not suspect that she had misremembered the intersection. We had ten minutes to spare, so why not reach the meeting place by a bizarre route. Maybe Wade's GPS had found another ski resort for us to drive through. (It tried that once; we didn't have the ski-attachment on the rental car we were driving at the time, so we went around the mountain instead of through it).

Waiting for the ferry

We took two detours to avoid a road that looked to be closed for construction, and then said what the heck and drove right through the construction zone. There was no wet cement. We reached the intersection of Agronomy and Thunderbird with a few minutes to spare, but it definitely wasn't the place we met Elbie before. Robyn came up with a new creative theory--this is probably how Wade's GPS works--that she had been supposed to meet Elbie here before, but that had compromised and met at the other place, because without the guidance of Wade's GPS she would have needed instructions to find an intersection that was not on the main road through campus. Wade texted Elbie to say where we were, but as it was on the way (in the sense that any point lies on some line that marks the way to any other point), Elbie interpreted this as a "get your butt in gear, we're almost there" message, and not a "are we in the right place message." We weren't. We fixed that. Elbie boarded and we got underway only five minutes behind schedule.

There was still only very light traffic back into Vancouver, through town and over the bridge to the north shore, so we made up time easily, passing Park Royal within a few minutes of the time we knew Rhonda and Xore were scheduled to pick up from there. Wade and Elbie pretended to be asleep as we drove through West Vancouver, thereby becoming the first people to escape Robyn's inevitable recitation of the landmarks of the neighbourhood in which she grew up. So Robyn thought it in her head instead: "See that tree? We used to lean our bikes against that tree when we went for ice cream. That sign wasn't there then. This didn't used to be an overpass. I remember when they built that overpass. My friend lived behind that fence ..." All the way to the ferry.

The first good sign was that long weekend ferry traffic was not backed up onto the shoulder of the highway before the exit, but since the highway has been reconstructed, the exit moved, and the ferries built much larger since Robyn grew up, that wasn't a reliable indicator of whether we'd get on the ferry or not. A better indicator was that when we came through the tollbooth the attendant said "I think you'll get on the 9:20." We parked in lane nine as directed, and Wade went off to buy icing, or "frosting" as it's called in the mercantile world of Horseshoe Bay, for the Mouseover Day cake. Robyn had run out of icing sugar the day before, and depleted the supply of skin on her right hand while trying to make a boiled sugar icing instead.

Rhonda, Xore, and yangman came to visit briefly, having been allowed into the waiting area and ending up parked very close by.

There was a red Honda Accord with its car alarm blaring as it drove onto the ferry. It was a bit annoying to those of us whom it drove by, so we can only imagine how annoying it was to the people directly in front or behind it in the steel belly of the ferry. The driver was making baffled faces and shrugging dramatically at everybody who was staring at him, then Wade recalled a time that he had a rental car and couldn't figure out how to shut off the car alarm. Our lane was called to board, and we were perhaps the second or third last vehicle onto the ferry, squeezed in beside a truck, too close to open the driver's door, so we all went out the passenger side door and up to the cafeteria. Last people on board also get to be the last people in the cafeteria line. But there was still enough oatmeal and bacon left for us.

10:00 Sailing[edit]

Had they known we were coming, this might have been MARSEC2 or 3.

Rhonda groaned out of bed at 7AM and checked her phone to see if thepiguy needed a pickup or if he was going with his parents. There was no message, which meant no pickup. Before long she was awake and started getting ready for a second awesome expedition, loading kayaks into the car and making sure all necessary parts were in place (especially the lifejackets). At about 7:40, she checked her phone a second time for a message from thepiguy, in case she had missed one earlier, but there was still no message. So, it would just be her, Xore, and yangman. At about 8:10, yangman phoned as he had arrived. A few minutes later we were ready to go, and went downstairs to meet him. Some juggling of cars ensued so his car would not be ticketed in the 2-hr parking zone by putting it where the geohashmobile normally lived, then we were off at the crack of 20 minutes later than planned.

Due to being tired from the night before, Rhonda turned on her autopilot and drove the back route to the Lions Gate Bridge, which is her normal commuting route, planning to go past the bridge and up Taylor Way to get to the highway. Once the bridge was in sight, the normal planning part of her brain woke up sufficiently to remind her that there were not one, but two highway entrances closer to her house than Taylor Way. It was much too late to use either of them at this point, so Taylor Way it was.

Traffic was light all the way to the ferry turnoff, then we joined the lineup on the outside of the ticket booths. There were ferry staff out in the road, talking to each car in the lineup.

"The 9:20 sailing is full, you'll probably be on the 10:00 sailing."

As there isn't anything you can do about the boat being full, we accepted the news, and he moved on. Then we realized that when looking up the schedules on Friday, there hadn't been a 10:00 sailing. As the lineup outside the ticket booths wasn't moving, the car was duly turned off, then the electrics were turned on again so we could adjust the windows, then it was turned off again.

Rhonda commented that it spoke well of BC Ferries to be able to get a boat and crew on short notice, as just yesterday there had not been any extra sailings, only the normal schedule of a single boat making the 40-min crossing back and forth. It had also slipped her attention that this being the Saturday of the May Long Weekend, traffic to desireable weekend vacation places would be busy. She had been so focussed on the Friday before the long weekend traffic being terrible for the Geohashing Day expedition, that she had completely forgotten about the people who prefer to not start a road trip after dinner.

Xore asked (having not participated in the planning) if there wasn't a 10:00 sailing, when the next one after the 9:20 would be.

11:20? "Ew."

To our surprise, the orange pylon in front of our bumper was removed and we were directed to go to a ticket gate that had just opened, and after some confusion about programmed interlocks that prohibited releasing the electronically controlled parking brake while the brake pedal was not depressed, we proceeded to buy tickets and get into the inside ferry lineup before 9:00.

To our even greater surprise, we were two lanes over and six cars back from Robyn's car and close to the Good Karma Cafe, so we visited with them until their ferry was called and Xore went to buy a cinnamon bun and do it in a way that ensured they would remember that he had in fact paid. Their lane moved, but ours didn't, then at 9:22 we saw a ferry start to move away. We were definitely not on the 9:20 sailing.

A little while later, our lane was moved forward to the short lanes right by the ferry ramp. As we were no longer near a cafe, we just stayed in the car and waited until it was time to load. The ferry ride over mostly involved ferry breakfasts and not much else.

We followed the long long line of cars travelling up the Sunshine Coast highway as 90% of the non-residents on the ferry headed for Sechelt or beyond. Rhonda found the turnoff to the beach area with picnic tables fairly easily, then parked behind Robyn's car after realizing the "no parking" signs she had seen in Street View also had small print on them that only prohibited overnight parking, not all parking. They walked down the pedestrian trail to the rocks to find the rest of the group, since there weren't any obvious geohashers on the picnic table part of the beach.

Establishing Mouseover Day Basecamp[edit]

Vanguardist thepiguy founded our occupation of Mouseover Day Basecamp, the nearest land point to the actual coordinates, and when he has sufficiently recovered from the ordeal he may document that here. All we know so far is that when his parents left him there they asked concernedly, "Are you sure your friends will be able to find you here?" It was a very long beach with a number of different access points and impassable rock barriers. Pi assured them that the algorithm would work.

The initial plan had only gone as far as the ferry, because we'd assumed we'd be all together during the crossing to plot the next phase of the expedition. Absent that opportunity, we resorted to plain old-fashioned geohashing. Robyn followed Wade's unfailing (i.e. it never fails to be hilarious) GPS receiver onto Highway 101, off highway 101 through a baffling tour of Gibsons area back roads and then back onto Highway 101. Reaching Sechelt it asked for two turns into successive non-existent streets, so we turned onto a different street, cut down an alley, and ended up in a splendid free parking spot only 800 metres from the geohash. While Wade and Robyn iced the cake on a picnic table, Elbie went off in search of the best spot on the beach from which to access the geohash.

In a gratuitous display of technology, Wade used his new phone to take a picture of the house (and bears) next to which we were parked and send it to Xore. This is gratuitous in that (a) the address would have been sufficient and (b) it was completely unnecessary for Xore to know where Robyn's car was. But it was cool.

Wade and Robyn then followed the beach and Robyn's GPS towards the geohash, and just the way the algorithm is supposed to work, the nearest spot on the beach to the geohash was occupied by geohashers. It didn't take long (possibly because they hadn't made a scenic tour of Gibsons nor stopped to ice a cake) for Rhonda, Xore and Yangman to join the party, followed by Juventas, Arbron and Ben. It could only have been cooler if some geohashers had arrived out of the sea in full SCUBA gear. OMG! Why didn't we think of that earlier?!

No SCUBA gear was present, but we did have five boats (three kayaks and two dinghies, all nominally inflatables). The beach was very rocky, but there was a large formation of solid rock forming both a windbreak and a number of comfortable places to sit and place our gear. We marked the spot with an xkcd flag and our presence, and while there were other people out walking that day, we pretty much had an entire glorious section of the beach to ourselves.

Striking Out for the Geohash[edit]

The point of a basecamp is to form the base for further expedition, and our true destination was 650 metres south into the sea. It was a trivial distance compared to some kayak adventures we have had, and given our strength of numbers and experience we were fully prepared to reach it.

Boat#1: thepiguy[edit]

As pi had been there about two hours longer than anyone else, he was eager to make an attempt and launched his dinghy before all the kayaks were unloaded and set up. The wind looked seemed to be blowing almost directly towards the beach from the geohash, and we watched from the beach with grave concern as he launched into the waves and rapidly drifted downwind, struggling with paddle configuration and really stupid oarlocks. "How far out is he?" asked Juventas, for whom this was the first waterhash, after about twenty minutes.

"About 30 metres," someone explained.

"So that means he has to go twenty times that far," said another.

This report will wait, as did the geohashers on the beach, for the results of pi's expedition by his own efforts.

I have uploaded two videos of his "progress".

Flotilla #2: Robyn, Rhonda, Xore and Juventas[edit]

Next the kayakers prepared their craft for an assault on the coordinates. Robyn laid out her boat on the flat part of the rocks and inflated the three sections tubes. Rhonda sent Xore back to the car for forks for the cake, which was eaten before flotilla #2 planned their launch, then began to assemble her boat. Xore declared, "I'm here and my boat is here. Anyone who wants to borrow my boat can go ahead." Juventas took him up on the offer and began to follow the inflatable kayak assembly instructions.

Robyn began to load snacks into her kayak and then paused. "I hear hissing." Hissing and inflatable kayaks, the group agreed, were bad. Either there is a snake in the boat or it is leaking. Either way, you should not put your legs inside. After some disassembly Robyn identified the source of the hissing as a small crack next to one of the seams in a side tube.

Rhonda nodded knowledgeably. "They're hard to patch there. That's the same place I had one." Rhonda explained the proper technique of cutting down the ridge on the seam, then putting patches on each side of it, and then apply a final bridging patch, in order to cover the hole without getting an air gap. Robyn hadn't brought a patch kit, so Rhonda sent Xore to the car for hers while she continued to prepare her own boat.

About the time Robyn was finishing her first patch, Rhonda went to pick up her own boat but noticed that one side was distinctly softer than the other. On pumping that side up again, she heard hissing. At the same seam. Rhonda's patching technique from an earlier geohash had held up for a number of expeditions, but chose the most ironic time to give out. Not the worst time. That might be 650 metres out to sea. Rhonda started patching hers. After twenty minutes or so, Robyn tested her patch work by inflating the tube. There was less hissing, but still hissing. Rhonda made two patching attempts, both of which ended in hissing.

The boat that Juventas inflated did not hiss, but his enthusiasm may have subsided slightly after that.

Picnicking & General Revelry[edit]

Aside from the entertainment afforded by multiple people failing to reach the geohash by boat, basecamp festivities included samosas, cake, pie, Nibs, German gummi bears, hot chocolate, s'mores, and a selection of large, small, white and multicoloured marshmallows. The pie was provided by thepieguy as a bribe in exchange for a ride home from Geohashing Day, because he wasn't sure if the buses were still running. We also posed for a recreation of a famous painting (except we couldn't remember where the pitchfork went) and a famous photograph. We didn't have enough people to do The Last Supper.

It was too windy for board games, so we saved them for the ferry home.

The Trip Home[edit]

It didn't take as long as one might expect to pack all the gear from the beach back up to the cars, sweeping for any garbage escaped from our own or previous beach-using parties. Wade hopes they found a teaspoon that he remembers spotting in a tidepool.

On the ferry back to Horseshoe Bay, most of the group played a rousing game of "Xore and Elbie argue about the rules to a Ticket to Ride." Moments after they had finally agreed on a compromise version of the "Germany travelling house rules," an announcement summoned us back to the cars to prepare for disembarkation.

Elbie requested that Wade and Robyn not use the talking GPS on the trip back to UBC. I wonder why.


While driving out to UBC to pick up Elbie, Robyn commented "We haven't had any hashpoints in the endowment lands. The Algorithm really should give us a point here." Thinking of how to encourage The Algorithm to give us pleasing hashpoints, Wade replied "Does one make sacrifices to The Algorithm? I mean, other than getting up at 6:25 in the morning after going to bed at 1:30 after a 9 km hike the night before?"

"It was everything I hoped and dreamed it would be." --- Xore, describing the sticky buns at the ferry terminal.

"Geohashing: where the logic stops." --- Unknown, for obvious reasons.

"Geohashing: where the logic stops, throws it into reverse, and backs over a cliff." --- Xore, responding to the above quote.




Vancouver & Guests earned the 2010 Mouse Over Day achievement
by partying on the beach with boats in the (49, -123) graticule on the Saturday following May 21st 2010.
Rhonda & Robyn and the Vancouver crew earned the Train wreck consolation prize
by failing to reach the (49, -123) geohash on 2010-05-22 using inflatable boats that wouldn't stay that way.
thepiguy earned the Two Cups of Fail Geohash Achievement
by failing two reach two consecutive geohashes by exactly 350 meters each, ending with the (49, -123) geohash on 2010-05-22.