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Making A Splash
Mar. 26th, 2011 04:21 pmPicking my caching location the night before is working out well for me. Today I got up, had breakfast and was out the door shortly after 10:30, which is yawningly early for me.
For the next four hours I bounced around on unpaved back roads, eventually picking up another six caches, which brings my total to 243. None of the caches were themselves particularly interesting, but they were all in the woods just south of the Nanaimo River, in areas I've never been to before. So it was nice just being out and wandering around.
I was happy to get back onto paved road at the end, though. Cracked and pitted though it may have been, it still felt smooth as silk after the logging roads and part-time stream beds I'd been driving on.
The most memorable part of the outing was falling into a large mud puddle. Coming back to the truck after finding the fifth cache, I was skirting the edge when my right foot slipped out from underneath me, pitching me face forward into the puddle. I managed to catch myself before going in all the way, but the splash from my foot and hand going into the water soaked the front of my t-shirt, my jacket and my sweatpants with muddy water. Ah well, they were in need of a washing anyway. After that I was tempted to call it a day, but the weather was warm enough that the wet clothes weren't very bothersome, so I went on to find one more cache before heading home.
For the next four hours I bounced around on unpaved back roads, eventually picking up another six caches, which brings my total to 243. None of the caches were themselves particularly interesting, but they were all in the woods just south of the Nanaimo River, in areas I've never been to before. So it was nice just being out and wandering around.
I was happy to get back onto paved road at the end, though. Cracked and pitted though it may have been, it still felt smooth as silk after the logging roads and part-time stream beds I'd been driving on.
The most memorable part of the outing was falling into a large mud puddle. Coming back to the truck after finding the fifth cache, I was skirting the edge when my right foot slipped out from underneath me, pitching me face forward into the puddle. I managed to catch myself before going in all the way, but the splash from my foot and hand going into the water soaked the front of my t-shirt, my jacket and my sweatpants with muddy water. Ah well, they were in need of a washing anyway. After that I was tempted to call it a day, but the weather was warm enough that the wet clothes weren't very bothersome, so I went on to find one more cache before heading home.
