|Henry checking out drain.|
There we are tracking our way to the cache with the i-phone, probably looking pretty geeky-old in jeans, t-shirt, flips and baseball cap. Then we make it to the spot!
The first one appears to be in a parking lot storm drain - the type that drains into the curb rather than straight down. The stash is, I assume, attached somehow with a magnet. I kneel my 64 year-old (geeky in jeans, t-shirt, flips and baseball cap) self between two cars and reach into the drain as far as I can without actually laying down on the pavement. It appears to be farther in. Lets move on....
|Henry in front of screened geocache.|
Its not the spiders, although I must admit that is a concern. It is just that it isn't something you see someone my age doing. I either need to take along a 10 or 20 year old or I need to get over it. Hum, maybe this just needs to be a photo adventure. Instead of signing the geocache book in the stash, I can photograph Henry at the spot. Sounds like a possible solution to me. The only downside is that Henry and I won't be able to put our addition in the cache box.