Rob is addicted to geocaching. Basically, this is a treasure hunt to find hidden containers using global coordinates. He uses our GPS to pinpoint the site, and then searches the area until he finds it and signs his name to the scroll inside. Then, he logs his finds on to the official geocaching Web site.
So, Rob being addicted means I have to tag along. Afterall, I'm the supportive wife, right? :)
Saturday we headed to Reston to find some caches there. We had the coordinates and clues from the Web site. Sometimes the containers are big in size (like a peanut butter jar), and sometimes they are tiny-tiny-tiny. We've found them hanging from trees, and in magnet boxes attached to guardrails, and attached to the bottom of a park bench.
We attempted to find a total of six, and we only found three. Rob's been doing his research so we can go back and find the ones where we didn't succeed!
It's not my favorite thing to do, honestly, but I like spending time with Rob and he has a lot of fun on these hunts. So, with him I will go!
Funny stories... tales from the road... life with us.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
I guess I'm a Geocacher
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It's amazing the things we'll do for, and with, the men that we love. My things usually involve musical instruments and other instruments of torture (smile). Yours involve GPS devices. To each his own obsession
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