On our way home from the Health Center of Pensacola Jake, Tigre and I often hit a couple cache spots. It's helped us explore the streets of Pensacola a bit and learn a few basic geocaching tricks. We rarely get to go exploring deep in the woods but it's still fun. I love the feeling of finding a tiny container and signing our name on the logsheet.
The "treasures" that we find aren't anything to write home about but I still like to trade items when we can. We've gotten mardi gras beads, army men, plastic footballs, bracelets, scissors, etc; we've left firemen figurines, army men, bracelets, money, McDonald's toys, and Burping Tuna stickers. It's not about the treasure though. It's about honing my ninja skills and it's about the journey. It's about exploring the town that we're vacationing in. It's about feeling the orange, clay-rich dirt on our fingertips. It's about looking amongst the Florida flora. It's about the things that we experience on the way. Teamwork.
Cantonment is A-1
We're looking forward to coming back home and hunting around our hometown. Camping and hiking are our favorite passtimes. Caching in the beautiful woods of the Pacific Northwest will soon be on that list as well. The excitement will be the same but the feeling will be different. Geocaching in the Washington rain should be a unique experience for sure.
Newest short story prompt:
What kind of treasures do you find while geocaching?