Mike and I used to go geocaching during the summer when we lived in Utah. We both love hiking and spending time outdoors, so it was a natural fit for us. Also, who doesn’t love the idea of a good old fashioned treasure hunt? Geocaching totally appeals to my inner-child.
We haven’t gone in a few years – between graduate school, pregnancy, and Mike’s stroke, we had a lot going on. Things have definitely calmed down in the last few months though, so when one of our neighbors invited us to go with her, Mike and I were way excited.
Sadly, our old geocaching days will probably never be re-lived. We used to pick caches hidden on hiking trails, parks – anywhere that wasn’t easily accessible. Mike and I both love a good challenge, especially if it meant getting dirty. But since Mike isn’t confident walking on anything that isn’t completely flat (he freezes on inclines or uneven surfaces, like gravel), we have to pick outdoor activities that are wheelchair friendly.
Fortunately, there are geocaches hidden everywhere – including urban (paved!) areas – so our new friend Julie picked a few spots right in our neighborhood, and we spent a good portion of Saturday morning digging through bushes and jaywalking all in the name of the treasure hunt.
Mike was in charge of the GPS and giving directions (which he did mostly through pointing) and the rest of us sorted through rocks, dirt, and poky foliage to find the hidden caches.
We had lots of fun and it felt good to get out of the house and do something that didn’t involve therapy or grocery shopping.October 22, 2012
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