I started what was supposed to be a relaxing caching afternoon with my daughter. Despite the problems with new roads not being in the Map sourse data base we found the cache, OK even if we went in the back way, we found a trail out that required no bush bashing and should have cut down the "Spider" alarms. Unfortunately the trail turned into a quagmire. Cat, with me as always, headed straight into the goo and sunk up to her snout. she wiggled out only to sink to her belly several times. Kym and I are were meanwhile working along the side staying high and dry,..until she let out a squeal because she had a spider on her shirt. I turned, too quickly, lost my footing and joined Cat in the foul smelling viscous ooze that filled the center of the trail. I landed in the pushup position preserving most of my clothes and none of my dignity, and I thought "not so bad" then I remembered I still had the GPS in my right hand.
Caching cut short, laundry made long. I'll be down by the washer.
