JOYCE'ES BIG DAY

6-3-3 Remember those numbers, they're important. More later.

Geocaching has a funny way of acting sometimes. Some days you're hot and some days you're not when you think in terms of being able to find the hide.

When BatikFreak10 (sister Sally), Wiscongranny (wife Joyce) and I get together to go cache hunting our competitiveness quickly comes to the surface. We're all competitive. We like games and compete with each other almost every time we're together, on one level or another. Who can make the cleverest play on words? Who can find the wittiest response? Who can get out of the truck and find the cache first? We seem to be like 10 year olds at times. Of course, this is all part of the fun and it ties back into being hot one day and cold the next when hunting those hidden boxes of ( more or less) worthless swag* (*stuff we all get) and a (usually) wet log book.

Here I'm just breaking in to one of my cache finds. This one contains some nice swag, but as usual we did not take anything home as a souvenir. Finding the cache is much more important than taking anything home.

Sometimes we find a treasure not confined in a box. With summer quickly closing, this find of flowers will soon be gone until next year. Winter will arrive with its own caching pleasures: Being able to see rocks and views hidden since last winter come to mind. Frozen ink pens will have to be replaced with pencils for logging cache visits by those not already in the know. GPS'es, cameras, and cell phones will have to be stored inside layers of coats and sweaters and exposed to the elements only briefly--batteries and cold do not play well together.

BatikFreak10 displays some nice swag, although she chose not to add this monkey to her collections.

And now for Joyce'es day.

When I mentioned above that sometimes you're hot and sometimes not, Joyce was definitely hot on our Sunday outing. BF10 & I would be searching around, turning over rocks, digging under rotting logs and generally upsetting the resident insect population when Joyce would stroll up and simply point to a spot and say "It's right there, can't you see it?" And she was always right.

Things that were seemingly invisible were suddenly made clear. The lost was found. The obscure made obvious. Sheesh!!

It is a funny thing, the way it is seemingly one persons turn more than the others during any given caching outing, but it seems to be true. And Joyce was definitely having her turn Sunday.

6-3-3, the count for the day. Yes, we keep a count during each and every outing, to see who is having that hot day. At the end of the day the score was Joyce 6 finds, Sally and Dan three each. And no DNF's (did not finds) at all!!

And the really important thing is that we all had a good time being together.