01-Feb-2003 -- Having this confluence be approximately 200 feet from the nearest highway and it being my first, I knew that serious planning was needed. Getting up at a brisk 11 am and calling Ben, my confluence co-pilot, at around 1 pm, we planned for the vigorous day ahead. I was to pack up my bike, grab a bottle of water and do the first most rigorous 20 miles of the trip in my car. Upon getting to Ben's house, we sat and planned for the 5 mile trip via bikes to ground zero. With GPS in hands we took off. With a gusty tailwind we made good time and got off the highway in about 20 minutes. Biking through an opening in the fence of a local farmer we found a geocache box. Filled with the most essential survival (from boredom) gear...frisbees. I knew then the seriousness of our mission. Hiking a good 100 feet, we found the exact spot of the confluence. We both felt the peaceful tranquility as 18 wheelers buzzed by. Now our mission was complete. Humor aside though, the bike ride back was all about a head wind of 20-30 knots. Luckily for Ben, he used to race bikes, but unluckily for me I hadn't. Ben, a full 10 years older than me, was kicking my butt. But I survived. See, it truly was a survival story.
Either way, my first confluence was fun. Not necessarily something I'm going to brag about with my mountaineering friends, but a good time.