Life's a Stitch

Covid has extended my daily walks. Add in my passion for Geocaching and there have been some interesting discoveries.

The backstory:

Fourteen years (!) ago guests arrived for my daughter’s wedding. On the flight in, in the airline magazine, my BIL read about geocaching, where you use a GPS to find hidden caches, and trade items or leave a signature, proof of your discovery. I don’t know why, but he told me he thought I’d enjoy it. We went to Walmart and bought a GPS and the rest, 676 geocaches later, is history. Note: you no longer need a GPS, there’s now an app for that.

Back to the present:

I’ve recently combined geocaching with my walks, which have resulted in some interesting discoveries. Walking through one neighbourhood I saw a “help yourself” sign on a table with the runts of their garlic crop free for the offing. Delicious.

Another house had a free box of Japanese Iris bulbs, the same as I regretted leaving behind in the yard at the house in the rain forest. They’re now planted here.

Walking by the park on the US border, heading for a geocache, I heard someone playing songs from the Little Mermaid, on the trumpet. Another free gift.

And while geocaching I stumbled upon the discarded evidence of a crime scene, much appreciated by the police. It may be a potentially boring life during the times of pandemic, but as my mother always said, never a dull moment.

On another note, the custom in this rainy climate, is to remove your shoes when entering a house. When leaving we usually sit on the stairs to tie said footwear. In the “before times” a guest commented that we needed an additional place to sit to accomplish the task. So, C, in his Covid coping woodworking workshop (say that three times fast), made this: