First Geocaching.

I had oh soooooo much FUN Geocaching!!!! It was Ron's(my dp)idea. If you don't know what that is then check out http://www.geocaching.com I've been trying to make a slide show to post on my blog, but you will just have to wait for that.

We tried 5 different gps coordinates and only found one treasure box, but oh was it a rush... Let me narrate.....


He says lets go. I put on my shoes. The old people ones I got from the Salvation Army for $6 that I love. They're brown and fitting for the occasion. He puts on the twinagolli boots. Double check for my camera and my phone.

Outside it is overcast and gray, but that's not how I feel. That's not how I feel at all. I am bubbling with excitement; I can hardly wait to get there. The 1st set of coordinates are less than 2 miles from my apartment. The box could be any where within 20 meters of the coordinates. We search one side of the street. Then the other. Then back to the original side.

Finally we see it. Up in the tree. I don't even wait to negotiate who will go for the box. I'm already up in the tree. I feel so alive that I don't even notice at the time that I have scratched my self on the tree's armor.

No matter. I open the black box and find trinkets of no value to any one but me and my partner. An empty plastic vodka bottle, a dimmer switch still on the packaging, a bingo marker, a black handle of some sort, and the log book.

In place of the bingo marker we left a gardenia scented sachet. They are so lovely.

Down the tree and I am ready for more. You couldn't get the smile off of my face if you tried. Something about the whole thing is so fulfilling, liberating.

Next we are on the less beaten path. A trail with 3 foot high grass. There are wild flowers every where and I simply cannot stop taking pictures of them. Each one a gem of beauty. I think to myself that I will have to come back with a 5-gallon bucket and pick some. I know. A sin. But I must have a little beauty of the universe in my living room.

We search and search to no avail. The grass is too high. Too thick. A promise to return in winter.

We are in a different place now. A man accosts us, first asking if we own the land we are searching, then checking if we were surveyors. He only wanted to know because they were building the fence in the wrong place. An issue, I'm sure.

It starts to rain. A gentle rain. It feels so good. I come even more alive. I search harder for the treasure that may be in a container the size of a 35mm film tube. But again the grass is too high. Too thick. In winter we say.

The next set of coordinates leads us to yet another field. With even taller, thicker, and now wet grass. We search and search until our shoes were filled with water and our pants soaked. No dice.

One last try for the day we say. We park on the side of the road. Looking and looking. The man with the dogs asks us what were are doing. We tell him. He says, "oh." We think that this one is no longer there. Some business person removed it We suspect. That's sad.

On the way home I see furry palm trees.

Home now. We strip down. Hot shower.