Woodhick's Day in the Sun

Today was definitely Woodhick's day.  The only reason he brought me along today was to be his chauffeur.

Our first cache was a 3-parter named The Greenbrier Ghost.  From this marker we traveled to the church at Sam Black Church for part 2 and then to what could have been a nice roadside park.  However, it apparently is the local party spot and was really pretty trashy.  Ugh.

Earthcaches are always pretty interesting.  This one led us to the Meadow River Wetland, an area just a few minutes off of Interstate 64.  Woodhick told me this interesting log is called a nurse log.  See the vegetation growing from the top of the log?  Eventually the log will decay, but the plants will remain. 




At Mundy Park Woodhick walked right to the cache while I was still getting out of the car.  Well, it wasn't quite that bad, but I was still getting my bearings with the GPS.  Obviously he's learned how to use his since our last outing, while I still haven't.

Woodhick was most pleased and giggled like a little kid with his find at Picnic Treasure.  Why?  The last couple of searches for this cache had turned up negative results, but, again, he walked right to it.  (That makes me wonder - maybe he did prior scouting and actually did know where these caches were hidden.  Hmmm.....)

We declined looking for Mountain Mystery, as there was road construction right where we wanted to look.  Onward then to Bingham's Troll.

Even though Woodhick once again found this cache (remember what I said about prior knowledge???), I think I should be given credit for it.  After all, I reminded him that trolls live under bridges, which was where this one was found.  Hmm, wonder if Woodhick was originally one of the Three Billy Goats Gruff? 







Jacob's First Cache was hidden right in plain sight.  I walked right past it, thinking it was trash.  Another score for Woodhick.

By this time, it was a laughing matter that Woodhick had a nose for caches and that maybe he ought to be a drug sniffing dog.  I was beginning to think that he could even find caches without the GPS co-ordinates.  Sheesh..........

The last cache of the day and, yet again, a find for Woodhick was at Spy Rock.  What was so aggravating about this one for me is that my foot literally was within 2" of it, but I just didn't look in the right direction.  Woodhick tried to play it cool and act like he hadn't found it, but the smirk on his face gave him away.  (Hey, maybe I should pick up a poker game with him.)


A good day of geocaching.  West Virginia is so pretty and I'm so glad to be able to get out and see these parts.  Oh yes, we also stopped at Babcock State Park.  Woodhick says there is a state law that says you have to take a photo of the grist mill, so I did and here it is.

I get to choose our next geocaching trip.  Think I should go out and explore beforehand?  LOL!