Thursday, June 24, 2010
When I started geocaching I quickly realized that I needed a team to help me search for caches. There were places I couldn’t go or couldn’t reach, places like Red Back spider infested rock holes, under lose embankments etc.
I looked about me and decided on two of my oldest grandkids. Mr.7 and Miss.6 were happy to hear that they were going treasure hunting with grand dad.
A time was set for their initial training run, the gear gathered together and I arrived to pick them up…that’s where it started to go wrong.
Their parents, my daughter D2 and son-in-law J, decided that it sounded like fun, and since they weren’t doing much that day, they would join us.
Actually we had a very good day and found a couple of well hidden caches as well as having a really good time doing it. It seemed I had scored my own team of eager searchers, you see D2 and J have four kids…a team of seven…Woo Hoo, no cache was safe!
So it was that Geocaching became a good family activity for us, we would have a BBQ followed by a few caches or coffee or all of the above. The kids quickly became adept at following the moving arrow on the GPS and were always there and searching before we were able to catch them up. All good then!
But then came the news, one savage blow after another…
D2 and J had joined Geocache.com and registered themselves as a team…
Then they were telling me about caches close by…
Then they borrowed my GPS and went out on their own.
I've lost my team of extensively trained searchers….