Work and other stuff has kept me fairly busy, and some kind of problem with my right eye has kept me from doing more than commuting on my bike. I have been having fun though, geocaching with my GF and a friend. We hid our first cache yesterday:
My friend Norm figuring out his GPS, with his tripod set up for some photos. My GF, Kim, is trying desperately to ignore me:
Cache placed!
Moving on to the next day, or today, depending on your point of view. We're off to find the three caches hidden in the ghost town of Elberton, WA. At one point in time it vied for the capitol of the state, but it has since died out and has about 40 reisdence in the area.
On the road there we met our first obstacles:
We perservered and made it. Here's the city's old church:
We climb into a ropes course where Boy Scouts have retreats and whatnot. What's Norm found?
Oh, lookie, it's a geocache!
We sign the log and trade items, then move on. We follow Norm's unerringly accurate GPS:
About 250 yards later, I'm losing faith in his ability to use his GPS:
We end up going back to the car and realize we shouldn't have moved the car, it was already as close as possible to the cache. My buddy is fired.
We did find the cache. Well, my GF did, as usual.
Some of the town has burned to the ground, and I thought this would make a decent shot:
We move on to the last cache of the day. It's one in the local "Eternal Rest" series of small, lesser-known graveyards. We take the mighty Civic off into the bush and clean the underside:
"Ah, here we see the Civic in its natural environment:"
Great view from the bluff the plot was on:
On the way back out, we met our nemisis again:
She had nothin' doin' moving until liberal application of the horn. Once she got moo-ving (I'm so sorry), a bit of one-tire-fire gravel burnout sped her up a bit.
A great way to spend a Saturday afternoon and evening.

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