TFTC!

So Jim and I tried our hand at Geocaching last weekend. I have a few things to say about it. Number one, it was absolutely liberating just walking around without being tied to a stroller, a dog or a wild two-year-old. But I suppose I could get that experience any number of other ways.

It was surprising to me to see how many people are really INTO this “sport”. And, how official it is. You know, considering it’s just a box of junk hidden in the woods and all.

The cache we went after was hidden just outside of Kensington Metropark in Milford, not too far from Dairy Queen. There were maybe dozens of logs in the book (some in their own little cache language even!) and this cache has only been hidden there six months or so. There are also dozens of these caches hidden all over the place. You probably unwittingly passed by six on your way to work this morning. So in that respect, it is enticing in a mysterious sort of way.


But with the help of the clue (we used the free Groundspeak app on my iphone), it was a little too easy. So maybe next time we go clueless? It’s a tough call. I’ve been lost in the woods during orienteering events where I was 100% certain of my imminent death. Let me tell you, that does not make for a fun date.

But on this date the worst that happened was a scratch for me and the stomach flu for Jim. Come to think of it, that doesn’t make for the best date either.

Well, there’s always next time.

One cache down 7,987,434,893 to go! (Roughly).

PS. We TNLN, in case you were wondering.
PPS. Jim is going to start barfing again when he sees these faded, unsized photos on our blog.
PPPS. My money’s on him sneakily resizing them, just like when he corrected a factual error in one of my other posts without telling me.