Geocaching in New Zealand with the Family

Family Travel Expert and On Camera Travel TV Personality Julia Dimon goes Geocaching in New Zealand

Family Travel Expert and On Camera Travel TV Personality Julia Dimon goes Geocaching in New Zealand

It’s a technological scavenger hunt; an activity that has Nancy Drew wannabes out in the field with their GPS, hunting for hidden treasures. Geocaching, as it is called, is a hobby similar to orienteering. It’s done by entering a set of co-ordinates into a Global Positioning System (GPS), then following directions to the carefully hidden ‘cache’ (pronounced cash). A cache is usually a canteen (left by fellow geocachers) filled with plastic trinkets and a log book. It’s a great activity to do when traveling with the family.

Though geocaching was relatively new to me, I learned that it’s practiced all over the world. From Texas, to the Philippines, Germany to New Zealand, geocaching has become a global phenomenon with a booming on-line community.

While in Northern New Zealand, where there are some 4000 active geocaches, I figured it would be a good place to try it. Conveniently, Rotorua, a tourist town rich with Maori culture and the stench of sulfuric hot springs, has an active geocaching scene.

Kevin Carroll, an avid cacher and member of the Kiwicaching association, agreed to teach me the ropes. First step was to create a profile on

With my new cashing name (I choose ‘travel junkie’), I was able to access all the caches in the area. Kevin and I chose a few to visit, downloaded the appropriate GPS co-ordinates and set out on the road to test our sleuthing skills.

Kevin (a.k.a GenCuster) drove me through red wood forests and glow-worm crusted caverns to Porridge Pot, a scenic spot with pools of thick, bubbling mud. Following the blinking arrow on my GPS, I kept my eyes peeled for the cache. On my hunt for plastic boxes that looked out of place, I discovered that the GPS does have a margin of error and, within five meters of the cache, isn’t much help.

New Zealand Geocashing

Like a child’s game of “hot” and “cold,” I wandered around, feeling frustrated by the fact that I was so close to the cache, but couldn’t find it. Pants wet and dirty from crawling through the bush, I finally saw the camouflaged canister tucked away behind a tree trunk. Yay! I opened it up, half expecting to find glistening gold nuggets and priceless antiquities, but my retirement riches took the form of made-in-China key chains and toy army soldiers. Though the hunt was fun, truly I found the pay-off anti-climatic. After all that work, at least hook me up with a beer!

Kevin told me that geocaching rules don’t allow perishable items or alcoholic beverages placed inside the cache. With an emphasis on ethics and conservation, this PG-13 hobby seems to be more for families, not real treasure hunters or aspiring alcoholics.

I searched through the canister, past the coins and plastic trinkets to find a log book. With a dulled pencil, I documented my first geocaching experience. Travel Junkie was here…

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