If all goes as planned, on Friday Southwest Airlines will deliver me to Denver for six days with the Andersons. Most of that time Quinn and Dusty will be on a business trip to an island in the Pacific while I hang out with their five kids. Did I mention the Andersons have five kids? And I will be their sole caregiver. Gulp. Quinn assures me I can do it.
You go online to the geocaching website, join (free), and input your location. It gives you page after page of locations of caches people have hidden in that area. You type the coordinates into your GPS and head out.
Our first cache was hidden somewhere in these bushes. We looked and looked until Dave finally spotted it.
Once he’d narrowed the finding field, he let me pull it out.
Camouflaged with fake ivy. And inside the pill tube was the log we finders are supposed to sign.
You re-hide the cache and move on to the next one.
The clue for this one was aptly “alley of spiders.” Ick.
My eyes didn’t have as much trouble finding this one.
I signed the log, feeling a little more successful this time. When you return to your computer, you log in again to the geocaching site and report your successes (and failures).
My account now boasts three finds! And I’m ready to teach my grandkids the joy of geocaching. Wish us luck! (Maybe you want to try it…)