Snagged a few geocaches along Hwy 169, including this one. We walked up to the area and as I was sweeping around a bright shiny tube caught my eye. Hey! It’s right here – “hiding” in plain sight.

On our way south toward Gendler Park, GPS shows a cache in a little roadside park. Both of us armed with GPS’s we raced to see who could find it first. Over here. No. Wait. Over here. Dang. No. Maybe back there…..Jen’s knowledge of all things carpentry worked in her advantage to find this cache. Otherwise, I’d still be out there looking for it. This happy little container was tucked under the tree in a cutout piece of wood. Nice fake out!

Well, enough with the easy finds *wink*. Urban caches abandoned we set out in search of Panther Creek’s cache. Ah, the peaceful Iowa jungle….we go tromping thru here – bushwacking with our shins – when we hit a big patch of stinging nettles. I’ve never know firey pain like that before. It’s like being stung by a dozen wasps.

Both Jenny and I must have hit the motherload of stinging nettle patches because we were cussing and dancing around for a good 8 minutes until the pain subsided. Oh, lookie here…..

We were a little gentler in our steps on the way back to the car. Really should have worn long pants. And shin guards.