She had books to return at the local library, so our first stop was there at the cache appropriately named "Bookworm." Erin, as she said, "took one for the team," crawling not beneath, but into a prickly arborvitae bush. She could find wrappers, bottles, but no cache. Bummer. Fifteen minutes later we both gave up, Erin whining just a bit that she was "no good" at this stuff.
However, things changed at Pitts Park, our next stop. She grabbed that GPS right out of my hands and led me to the cache just as if she'd been geocaching for years. She looks pretty pleased with herself, doesn't she? Congratulations, Erin. Then she started in on me that I was prouder of her geocaching ability than the fact that she was a paycheck-earning, taxpaying member of society now. LOL! Ah well, moms just can't win sometimes. :-)
don't forget that I also was able to find not one, but TWO baseballs in the bush.
ReplyDeleteand yes, i was proud of finding my first cache, though my husband seemed not nearly as excited as i was.
I'd think there must be caches by the thousand on Long Island. Congrats Erin.
ReplyDeletethanks! by the thousand is for sure! i think there are like 500 within 5 miles of my apartment, literally!
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