This weekend I had some adult supervision while out geocaching (some may say it is well over due).My parents were in town, visiting from the Great White North. Sunday afternoon I took my father with me geocaching up in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
It isn't often I go caching with others, but it was nice to share my hobby with my father. This is not the first time he has been geocaching (in fact we went on Saturday, but nothing blog-worthy that trip).
Our destination was to the northeast of Boone NC. There is a series of caches that highlight some silos in the area. Several of these were concentrated in the area, as well as a few other caches. 11 in total.
Dad had really stepped up his geocaching game for this trip. Given he isn't a cacher and I have some experience, I tend to be the one to find the caches first. This trip he actually found the first 3 geocaches we hunted before I did. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.We spent the afternoon grabbing all 11 caches (no DNFs!), scouted out an area for a new hide, then headed back home to the rest of the family.
Really, not a bad way to spend an afternoon in the mountains.
I'll leave you with some more pictures from the afternoon, starting with some bovine muggles (don't worry, there is several barbed wire fences between them and the cache):
There is a cache at then base of this Brookside silo. To get to it, one walks beside a field full of horses.
A symbol on a park sign featuring the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Jesus and the Samaritan woman at the well.
These muggles didn't make it, it seems.
(FYI I am writing this blog post at 35,000ft. I'll leave it as an exercise for the reader to guess what my next blog post will be about, or from where - oooh the suspense!)
