What do these have in common?
A couple of ducks in sheep's clothing.
Another sheep, this time in wood.
Sterling silver and genuine amber. I like.
These are the spoils of nearby Geocache hunts, where you use a GPS to find hidden treasure. Don't now why it appeals to me so. Is it a genetic influence from the Corsican pirates of my Puerto Rican background?
I'm fortunate to have a BIL who indulges me by accompanying me on hours of these hunts, some in wickedly wild terrain. Unfortunately for him, though, he had more time this visit as C had weekend work and his wife, my poor SIL had to lay low, recovering from a terrible fall she had while she and I were on a knitting adventure. So off we went to the local wilds of North Vancouver:
The first clue was "This is the start of the trail, turn left and go up up up." Honestly, that was the trail behind me – the one with the fallen trees. "Was" is the operative word here, the trail starting with a warning sign about unmaintained areas. I put on my brave hat and up, up, up I went, sometimes on all fours, crabbing my way hundreds of feet above a raging creek on a slippery slope, to peals of BIL laughter. We made it to the very top.
It was crazy. It was fun. It was unproductive in the geocaching sense. We didn't find the prize. My excuse? The car GPS makes a poor geocaching GPS. I should have learned from past experience (right, sister Jane?). That's my story…
But wait, still enthusiastic from other decent hauls, and borrowing a quote from the Parent Trap, I had a scathingly brilliant idea. What if I buried a knitting themed cache, in my own front yard, and watched for like-minded geocachers? Turns out it won't be the first, I found six knitting based North American geocaches, but none near me. That's my goal, as soon as I borrow a more reliable GPS, I'm putting one together, with a special prize for the FTF (that's geo speak for first time find). Any takers? Log onto Geocaching.com soon and search for the Life's a Stitch cache.
Life's a Stitch 
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