THERE'S A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING

So a few days after first calling, Sally received her GPS (see--this is what I meant about buying more stuff) and set it up for use...and we went Geocaching. But you have to understand here, GC'ing is hard work. First we needed to fuel up with huge plates of ribs from Dirty Ernie's Rib Pit in Fayetteville WV. If that sounds like a blatant plug, it is. Great ribs and plenty of cold beer to be had.

Fueled up (ribs) and mentally fortified (beer--remember), we set out with Joyce (wife) and Jane (cheering fan base) waiting on the sidelines to find our first cache--a hidden container filled with log books and swag. For those muggles (see post below) reading this, swag means "stuff we all get". Some Geocaches contain swag while others do not and the GC'er knows beforehand if he or she will find SWAG at the end of the chase. This is one of the features of Geocaching that allows the participant to relive those thrilling days of yesteryear, when we were children and could believe that there really was gold at the end of the rainbow.

We arrived at the suspected (actually well mapped) location of the cache and after a few minutes of search-- yes you do have to actually look for things a little--this is the "hide and seek" component to the game--we found the cache!! And there was swag to be had!! But we didn't take any this time. You see, if you take something you are honor bound to leave something in return...so the cache never runs dry but the swag always changes. Clever indeed.


We returned home full of ribs and beer and happy in our success to the cheers and applause from Joyce and Jane--well maybe not so much cheers and applause as relief that we hadn't gotten lost or arrested or anything like that.

Geocaching--it's fun.