
We hit Stone Mountain running and managed one box before the 11am gathering time. That box turned into our greatest letterboxing adventure to date. As usual, once we got to the part of the clues that took us off trail, Jason (yeah, using trail names throughout this blog is just getting too cumbersome) went after the box. With the boys as young as they are, it seems safer to keep them on the path, avoiding potential meetings with forest dwellers and itch-inducing flora. After about 15 minutes, however, I began to worry. I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled for him. No answer. Again. No answer. I joined the boys in kicking the damp sand on the path, trying to distract myself and them. A couple of minutes later, I yelled again, and still no answer. At this point, I was imagining all sorts of horrible things, all involving me contacting the park rangers. Nicky piped up with, "Where is he, Mom? I'm about to cry," which of course almost induced the same reaction in dear old Mom.
And then it hit me. We were both carrying cell phones. Duh. I called; he answered.
"Where are you?"
"Trying to find you! I found the box, and I'm lost."
We decided to hang up, and I'd continue shouting for him periodically, even though he hadn't heard any of my yells so far. Eventually, he showed up, and we sat down at the nearby picnic table with the box. The box that says, in very large letters, GEOCACHE across the side. Crap! It's not a letterbox at all. Sure enough, it's full of dollar store trinkets.

The rest of the day was, while not uneventful, definitely less excitingly nervewracking. We met lots of old and new friends (all of who were wonderful), met with Jason's brother & his wife who happened to be at the park that day, found two more letterboxes, struck out on three other boxes, and ended with a pizza dinner amongst like-minded outdoorsy artistic types. At the end of it all, the boys declared it a Great Day.
1 comment:
Sounds like a great day. I found a geocache while looking for a LB once. I took the little compass from the stash, and left something. Then used the compass to point me in the right direction of the box I was looking for.
Nicky's comment made me tear up. Glad you had your phones. Lol, on him being lost. Scary, but funny in retrospect.
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