Geocaching: The Big FIVE-OH!

Well well welly-well! After a day schlepping around Green Lake, which in this heat was essentially the Bataan Death March with squirrels, we managed to hit our 50th cache! A milestone like this calls for a special celebration, something like breaking a blister in your new hiking socks. So, lone remaining reader, do you care? I'm really too beat to give the full run-down, but I will say that we did some caching Saturday in the Arboretum when it was even hotter. I found one by myself, S found one while I tried not to pass out from the heat, and later that night our own beloved woadwarrior found one *in the dark* by the simple expedient of blindly sticking his hand into a hole, just as his Viking forebears did when they cached a thousand years ago. Today we put about four miles on the old shoe leather and ended up with two DNF out of, what, nine caches today total? I forget. It all blurs together, but I did find one by myself, and Shawn was just brilliant all day. Anyway, 50! Who'd a thunk it? And even though sometimes we squabble like dingoes over a baby, even though we still have bad moments like today when we discovered I left the swag bag at home and thus we couldn't pick up any trinkets, we're sticking with it for the time being. We have to--Shawn's new hiking boots aren't even paid off yet.