A Geocaching Day
So, the weather wasn’t the best for boating. It was misting and even a bit chilly. So we decided to make a day of it. We chose a nearby park with lots of geocaches. The damp weather kept the muggle traffic down. We followed a trail that would take us to the series of caches. The access to the first one was easy to spot. The caches had taken a lot of traffic lately. Darn though if we just could not find it. To make matters worse, the prickly ash was especially evil. We reluctantly called it a DNF (did not find) and moved on.
The second cache was easy to find. I dropped off a travel bug and a copy of our book, “101 Things To Do on the Wisconsin Great River Road”. On to the next. The third one should have been an easy find, but placed well, it became a challenge. It had started sprinkling ever so slightly at this time. We were determined to finish the loop. The fourth cache was in my opinion, downright evil. It’s placement put one in a mass of prickly ash, currants, and anything else with thorns. Nice gash on my arm from this one. As I sat there, blood oozing from the cut, I signed the log book satisfied that we had found another one.
The fifth one was named evil. I wondered what could be more evil than the last one. The trek down the slope and through the bottomlands wasn’t too bad. When we got close, we started to see little huts made with sticks all around. A sea of red herrings to check. Luck was with us on this one. We found it right away.
The last two were easiest to find because the trail to the cache site was well trampled down. I didn’t need a GPSr to tell me where to go. I was grateful too. By now I had logged over 15,000 steps. My dogs were barking, my calves were mooing. It was time to head home. As we passed the area of our first DNF, I was tempted for a moment to go back. We had learned something of this cacher’s particular style of hiding. Maybe we could grab it. Nah, leave it for another day.
