Number 100
I found my 100th find recently. What a fun feeling and yes, I’ll say it, sense of accomplishment. We have had such fun getting out and caching. We’ve seen some new great places too. We recently discovered a little lake just down the road from us with a stunning view. The view made the walk and the thistle worthwhile.
We’ve had our adventures too. We’ve found several clever caches. One was covered in fake fur and placed in a log. I poked at the thing with a stick, trying to figure out what it was. Sure enough, poking moving the swag inside around and there it was. As I think back on it now, what the hell was I thinking? Had that been an animal the outcome could have been different. We visited another cache several times, getting skunked every time. We finally logged the find–after having walked past it every time we were there. It was cleverly hidden in a bird house. We had attempted to open it, thinking that had to be it to no avail. I remember thinking the first time we saw it that its placement was odd for a bird house. Again, sure enough look at the back of it and there is the opening for the cache.
So, it’s been fun. Don’t know when I’ve ever walked as much as I have while caching. And get this–we’ve even gone caching when the weather was probably better suited for boating. Go figure.
