WINTER'S OVER, LET'S GO EAT, I MEAN GEOCACHING

It's been a long time since we last went out geocaching, at least it seems so. It's time to go out searching for those little hidden containers and treasures. But let's go eat first. At least that's how it seems.

I have to admit that when BatikFreak10 (dear little sis), Wiscongranny (wife Joyce), and I go geocaching food is seldom not far--in fact never far--from our minds. I think we all secretly keep one eye on our watches and only look out for caches as a secondary effort. In other words we're true members of the George family.

This is not the first find of the day, but rather a nice hide of what is known as a "Bison Tube". Don't ask me why.

What's different is that this one is hidden up above eye level. Almost without exception hides are down in or on the ground. Simply putting one up in a tree makes it much more difficult to find. Habit dictates were we look fist.

No this isn't the first cache of the day either, but very nearly the last one. This was a fun hide because the cache was a mini in a magnetic key box. Now where can a magnetic key box be attached to this old Patton Tank?? Think like just about anywhere. We did find the cache after a few minutes of searching and clue reading, but only after minute examination of the proper area of the vehicle.

This concludes the caching portion of this post. Let's go eat.

When we first arrived in the Bluefield WV/VA area BatikFreak10 just "happened" to mention that the local Dairy Queen--we seem to gravitate to the very worst of junk food establishments for sustenance during caching trips-- had an exceptionally tasty menu, we knew where we would be heading for lunch, but BF10 and I were a little taken by surprise when, after our very first find, Wiscongranny asked "Can we go eat now"?? While it did seem like a good idea (there were moments of silent introspection) we did manage to find a few more caches before succumbing to the inevitable and heading for the local "DQ". And there we instantly became...

Like kids in a candy store.

Mounds of that All American Junk Food (the hot dog) with layers of chilli, onions, mustard, and slaw were ordered. French Fries?? This DQ has some (speaking as a long term taste tester of french fries) outstanding fries, not at all greasy and in admirable quantity per serving ("we only have one size" the counter girl said). But we all ordered only water to drink ("I'm trying to cut back" we all said).

And then Joyce (I'm sure it wasn't me) said...

"Are we going to have ice cream"??

ARE WE GOING TO HAVE ICE CREAM"?? Dairy Queen is the home of the Blizzard, 8 ounces (in our case) of ice cream (is DQ soft serve actually ice cream??), various mixtures of goodies--usually involving some quantity of chocolate--of your choice and even whipped cream for the ultimate dessert treat.

"ARE WE GOING TO HAVE ICE CREAM"??

Silly Rabbit, Blizzards are for kids. And we sure were kids Thursday when we went eating, uhh geocaching.

We really overdid the junk food and ice cream treats. But we did manage to find some nice caches, then it became supper time...