Who can wait for spring to go geocaching? Not the furious tick mafia of Jenny and I, that’s for sure~! The only thing missing from this party with the GPS was the WDM po-po and some chatty muggles. So…. that’s how it is now.
First stop. Urban park. Complete with muggles of all ages. We don’t break a sweat. Well, actually we do. Our motis-distractius: Playing soccer with an old chewed up tennis ball we found under the trees. Dodging fido’s “presents” and a few nice body checks, I score goal.
Jen bounces back with a goal of her own. Then, “conveniently” I feed the ball under the tree with the cache container hanging from it and she goes in for the snatch.
We pause to wheeze and catch our breath to sign the log and it’s time for one more run. I score the final goal, making it a 2-1 win. YEEEESSS, I am SPARTACUS~! A quick ripping open of the jacket whirling it overhead in a triumphant jubilee was quickly squashed.
I was promptly placed in Bank Jail for excessive celebration. Yeah, still wondering about the whole “Bank Jail” word association but hey, I still had the ball. And that makes me the winner. So…. that’s how it is now.
With the rush of victory pulsing in our temples, we make our way along Mills Civic to our next cache, code named Leggo Bridge, a regular sized cache along a sprawling human highway. On our approach, within 25 feet of all this iron, where the GPS starts bouncing like crazy, we’re suddenly aware of that tense moment that occurs between two cachers…who’s going left and who’s going right….
To quote that famous philosopher, Sean Connery, “Choose wisely”. I spot it midway under and Jen locates it seconds later. With no muggles in sight, we leisurely sign the log, play with the contents, and pose for photos.
Well, not wanting to be selfish and steal all the good cacher karma for the day – we decide to try just one more. This is one that I’ve tried to find previously on two occasions. And failed. But I know when to bring out the big guns of logic and that’s my pal Jenny.
Approaching this nano, we know it’s a 1/1 that’s magnetic. My GPS is pointing where it always does at this location – along a fence line behind a huge slippery pile of rocks. We looked everywhere along the fence, on the fence, in the rocks. Had to wander around a bit to distract things as there were a bunch of crazy runner muggles in shorts. Freezer burn much? So….. that’s how it is now.
After a bit, Jen’s like “no, no, no, that’s all wrong…it’s a 1/1 so it’s gotta be right off the path….like….um…right here”, she says as she snags it from the yellow fire hydrant. Really. The fire hydrant. Really.
Here’s a blurry close up of this tiny super camo nano. I couldn’t concentrate. Two words – Dahl’s Fried Chicken.
So, having drunk our fill of geo-victory, we return to our everyday lives until the next great adventure beckons. So….that’s how it is. Now.