hrutger

Don't worry - you're not the only one to have been possessed by the geocaching artistic muse. When I hid my first cache, called Sentinel Palms (GC2BK9C), I was so excited that I wrote this silliness - to the tune of "The Sound of Music." ...Lol. The woods are aliiiive With the sound of caching... With purposeless gems That I have to fiiiind... Adventures abound, Crazy squirrel-like staaaashing... The 10-year-old in me is so...satisfied.

*Once you've zeroed in on a cache, not even Chuck Norris can stop you. *"My Precious" is what you call your GPS: Using it only makes you more addicted; You like to think it renders you invisible; It leads you straight to Mount Doom (That's a cache...or it should be). *Devotion is having a few twigs in your hair. *My evening drink is TEA O' caching. My game system is the WII O'caching. My premium membership dues are a FEE O'caching. This cheese is my BRIE O'caching. And...you see that bee right there? *A box of dollar-store toys in the woods beats Christmas presents under your tree.

*A big beer-bellied shirtless guy pushing a shopping cart far from any store (near a wooded roadside) just as it was starting to rain. And he was not really going anywhere...and was possibly mumbling to himself. *Three toads hunkered inside a standing PVC pipe during the hottest part of a Florida summer day. Every time I took their picture with flash, they crept a little closer, for some odd reason. *A banyan tree named "Boris" with a big sign written in first-person telling the kids (in a really long-winded way) not to break branches. *A guy at the mini golf course who took one look at my friend and I, then asked, "Are you geocaching?"