jimNgeri

How about: finding the cache in driving rain, so hurriedly signing the log; rustling up a Coyote exactly when you find the cache the first time you take your dog geocaching; being several hours behind schedule, in part because you just kept looking... or simply in awe of the view just over the top edge of the log book. This past weekend was the best. Long hike: the half way point, two hours behind schedule, on a trail that is a wall on one side and a cliff on the other, I held up the GPS and said: "this thing says theres something exactly 325 ft off that cliff." You should have seen the look on the faces of the guys I was hiking with when we found the "Barbie Box", as it came to be known. They weren't gonna wait for me to be poetic. jim