We had a good time just a couple of days ago. Went caching with my mom and dad. We decided to do a trail around a local creek. The map made it seem that the trail wound around the creek. It didn't. We picked up 9 caches on this single trail, we were about 5 miles in when we ran into someone on a horse. She told us that there was no way out, except to go back.
Okay, I'm no spring chicken, and neither are my parents. Besides, I was really tired because the last half mile I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING . My mom (think Zsa Zsa Gabor) had fashioned a walking stick, and my dad and I were casting quick glances at the GPSr. We didn't want mom to see us look, because then she'd ask us how far the truck was! We had our geocaching chihuahua with us and a fun time was had by all. EXCEPT... We were 5 miles away from our vehicle and it was 5:15 pm. Nothing left to do but call for help. The only person I could think to call (when I realized where we were which was an equestrian trailhead) was the local fire chief. Sure enough, he showed up to "rescue" us in the Fire Department's Rescue Suburban.... But he forgot the diet cokes!
Something is ALWAYS happening with us. Another funny incident occurred in Arkansas. My son was trying to get a cache and it had been raining. He ended up sliding off some logs and taking a mud bath. He still went on to get 2 more caches!