It was a majorly successful geocaching
day for me. Not my most successful, but brilliant none the less. I
went back to the prairie where I had to cut my walk short the other
week because of the cacti that kept getting stuck in Bearette's paws.
It wasn't the best weather for it, but they were calling for snow the
next few days, so I wanted to get it done. I got eight on that walk.
I did a couple of other park and grabs, and my total for the day was
15, because there were three that I could not locate. Some are out of
the question because of the snow on the ground. Others I just don't
have the patience to search for when the wind is gusting. I also got
to increase my number by three more because I found a scrap of paper
that had three geocaches Heather and I had found nearly two years ago
and I had never logged. I confirmed with her geocaching profile that
we had found them, and then got to log them. Therefore, I actually
logged 18 caches today.
As I was logging my finds, a little
friend walked across my computer. I brought several dead stinkbugs
with me to Wyoming, but this little guy was alive! It could be the
first recorded stinkbug in this state, but I don't think that he will
survive the cold temperatures.
