Lately I’ve returned to geocaching.  My legs and arms are criss-crossed with red streaks and swollen dots where the biters have left me a little something.  And I’m doing more searching then finding.  My eTrex Vista treats me like a cat chasing a laser pointer. So why do I geocache?  Who the hell knows, it’s just fun!

The best part is when you finally spot that little sucker and can wipe a little of that blood on it to prove you were there. No, I would never do that, but I sure do dig into the tecnu when I get home.

I’ve more to say on this topic, but a day in the sun and underbrush can do a person in!