actually, I am still working on the (perhaps) flawed assumption that I am normal, and that everyone else is a bit touched. Geocaching is a wonderful sport – What other sport allows you to spend hours upon hours in mosquito infested swamps for the ultimate goal of signing your name on a little damp piece of paper inside a magnetic key holder????? Talk about Satisfaction!!! It doesn’t GET any better than that.
One of the times I wondered about my geo-sanity was when I did my first cache in Texas. I was on my way from the airport to my hotel, and stopped off in a field and was looking and looking – then it dawned on me that I wasn’t in SE Wisconsin anymore, and I really knew nothing about the types of vermin in the area I was in – such as poisonous snakes. I got pretty nervous while I was out there all alone, poking my hand in crevaces in the rocks and the wierd foliage – with noone knowing where I was….. But i found the cache anyway – it was in good shape, and contained the necessary tools to do a nearby earthcache, so can you blame me???
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