My Journey into Geocaching…

As of a little over a year ago I had no clue that anything like this was possible, let alone existed. My dad had come home from work one day and while we were sitting outside on the deck he mentioned this really interesting word, “geocaching”. Geo-what? He went on to explain to me that one of his co-workers had told him all about it and showed him the whole geocaching website. At this point, I thought they were both a little bit crazy. I had heard of doing a little scavenger hunt, but never one that involves anywhere one could imagine. It was really hanging me up and my dad knew that. This is when he decided to prove it to not only me but himself as well. A few days later he had come home from work with a handheld GPS he had bought on lunch. Now it was time to show me exactly what we were dealing with. He decided to join the site for free and made his caching name, tooltime8. There was no rhyme or reason to his name so I tend not to ask him why he made it that. Anyways, after signing up, we began looking at some caches that were surprisingly nearby the house and plugged like five of them into the GPS. Was this really going to work? With a few knick knacks in one hand to trade and the GPS in another we set out to see what we could find. I don’t want to spoil what a first caching trip feels like, but needless to say, we were instantly hooked. I never knew that people hid ammo cans out in forests just waiting to be found. We found some in woods in which I had played in my entire childhood. It was simply amazing. I am sure I will expose more stories and go into much greater detail as this blog continues but for right now I hate to ruin it for ones who have yet to cache. I can only hope that everyone can take away even half as much as I did from my first experience.