CurlyShavings

We had three generations going Geocaching the day after Thanksgiving this year. This picture shows my father and my son. There's something interesting about this picture: the variable textures of the leaves, the vertical tree trunks, the two figures (one tall, one short) in the middle of it all.

We walked about two miles on this hunt. <Spoiler!> The first cache was a nice ammo box near a distinctive tree; the other was a teeny-tiny magnetic micro under a park bench. Both were predictable enough that we just needed the GPSr devices to get within twenty feet and the rest was "geo-sense". <End Spoiler!>

Still, it was nice just to get out of the house, get some exercise and do something. We like getting lost in the woods (our euphemism for geocaching; you're never really lost -- you might not know where you're going or where you came from, but you're never really lost). It frequently gets you to places you'd never normally go.

Now November is over and while we're looking for low 20F tonight, we don't yet have snow. I have one of the boys tomorrow while Mom takes the girls to a Lady's Tea. Perhaps we'll go get lost in the newly-opened Treadway Creek...