Sadly, this could be the case for Secret Vision (GC1871T) by d.d.dudes.

After reading the cache description and checking out the pictures and logs, it seemed this was going to be a really cool and fascinating place to visit. I parked at the Waypoint described, and headed off up the discrete track, and came across the little plaque, as described by the cacher.

This is looking interesting

We headed a little further up the track to where it opened up to a rocky outcrop, and noticed some beautiful and fascinating carvings on ground – the most prominent being a very large kangaroo.

A VERY large Kangaroo carving.

Some of the carvings were well worn and camouflaged, so they’re hard to photograph. It was a very peaceful, almost mystical place. Something rustled in the bush nearby, I turned to spot a large Goanna race up a tree. I must’ve startled him.

With the aid of the hint, I retrieved the cache very quickly and opened it to start signing the log book. Upon doing so I was very surprised to turn around and find two State Forest rangers had appeared from behind – and they wanted to know what I was doing!

I had the cache right there, log book opened which I was in the process signing — so I just told them I was geocaching, and asked if they’d heard of it before.  They explained they knew what geocaching is – but were concerned about it going on at a sacred aboriginal women’s site.

He said he saw my car parked out by the road and wanted to know what I was up to.  They told me there had been some vandalism and disrespectful activities going on, a person called “JACOB” had used an angle grinder to put his name in the rock, and he was very upset that somebody had once “outlined” the carvings with a chalk-type rock to make them stand out so that they could be photographed.

I showed him the log and explained it brought in a few people – but not large numbers, and geocachers are overall a very responsible bunch of people, which he understood – but he explained that to place a geocache at this location is “tacky and disrespectful” to the aboriginal tribe and their ancestors – and is “about as tacky as Nicole Kidman trying to play a didgeridoo.” 

Being a women’s site, they also do not like men being here. Period.

He wanted to know the website and the cache name, which I gave him. I offered to contact the cache owner – which I will, and the ranger said he will also follow it up.  He wants the cache owner to move it – say, a couple of hundred metres away somewhere down the other track. He said “there’s no problem with putting the cache in the state forest, but the problem is with it being at a sacred site.”

Wolfie, on sacred ground.

I returned the cache to its location. I’m not sure if it will still be there now.

This was my 60th find, my last for 2008, and sadly it might also be the last time this cache is found because this is a great spot which should be shared and accessible by responsible people.

This cache is located beside a creek that runs through a nice residential area – sadly, muggles abound here, especially on a sunny Sunday morning.  We used the iPhone to pinpoint this location – and we were still blissfully unaware that our Mio car navigator had been left at Creek Shrub where it had been sitting in the grass all night!

Crikey it's a Croc! (Google Streetview)

We had a quick hunt but gave up after 10 minutes or so, feeling a bit self-conscious that people were watching us. Perhaps we’ll be back another time?

The roads leading into this place are a bit of a maze – so be sure you keep an eye on your GPS maps as you’re driving there (and an eye on the road of course). There are also two juvenile detention centres in the immediate proximity of the the sculptures – so be sure to watch for signs in case you end up somewhere you don’t want to go.

Parking may also be an issue, as the road is very narrow. We found a short stub with a “Road Closed” sign that we figured would be the safest place to park while we perused the stone art.

Wolfie playing with the horse

One of the hints for finding this cache was something about leading a horse to water… but I can assure you it’s not the horse pictured above in a precarious position, with Wolfie sitting on his muzzle!

Is that a cache, or are you just happy to see it, Wolfie?

It’s a great little cache in a rather unexpected type of container, once you find the place… which we’re not going to tell you about. You’ll just need to find it yourself.