On Sunday, we went geocaching. It was super fun, including a crazy drive up a ditch riders road, watching Benji zoom around, and picking through the ruins of a burned house. Dad told the story of when he came up here with his sister and they set off a smoke bomb under a large tree with a beehive. The bees began to get angry, so Dad and his sister began to run to the motorcycle of Dad's. To their surprise, a badger was sniffing at the motorcycle. Dad and his sister were throwing rocks at it, trying to get away from the bees. Funny; the tree is still there, completely hollowed out and blackened. And it is still growing!
The first geocache was Camille found after a short walk along the canal. It was hidden in some rocks, but less than one minute to find. It was gross; one of the prizes inside were some false teeth. Imagine picking those up from a geocache, uggh!
The second geocache was hard, but one of the most fun. It was just up the street from Grandma's, hidden among the only standing posts of a house that burned down long ago. We looked and looked, nearly completely stumped. The hint was NE post on the NE side. The North East post didn't have anything different, only nails sticking out on every side.
Dad finally figured out that you're supposed to pull out one of the nails and the geocache falls out of a hollowed out knot. It was tiny, like the size of my pinkie finger. Best cache ever!
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