July 2004 Archives

One of my top memories of the vacation we went on last week
involved geo-caching. Grandaddy and Dad had rode bikes
earlier that morning to a water park on the bay searching for
a geo-cache that was supposed to be in a "hide-a-key" box.
Dad thought it was going to be one of those fake rocks that
you turn over and there is a key inside of it. When they
reached location, there were hundreds of rocks that all
looked the same. They came back unsuccessful.

Grandad gathered the troops. He, Eric, and I all got in
Grandad's car and drove back to the park. On the way there,
there was a biker in the middle of the road (learn to bike
safely!) and we almost had an intervention of sorts to teach
the biker a lesson. When we got to the park (which was only
about a minute away), there was a man doing some kind of
drawing at a picnic bench, and then there was a guy in a
marroon car who looked like he was waiting for somebody.
Grandad said the spies were out watching us. We went over to
the giant mannattee sign under which the cache was supposed
to be. I looked down, and there was a dinky black magnetic
key box under the light. That was the geo-cache. We
wrote "Colonel Smut was here" on the piece of paper that was
inside. Then Grandaddy had Eric inconspicuously place the
box back in place so that the spy in the car, who started
playing very loud dance music next to us wouldn't catch on.
Although Grandad did say he saw the spy watching Eric put the
cache back in the rear-view mirror, I think we did a good job
avoiding him.

I also enjoyed countless other things, like making the cool
trucks honk when Mom and Danny and I drove down to the beach,
riding bikes, going on the boat trip, swimming out to where
the dolphins were, slip n slide on the tarp, smokin cigars
outside after the fishouse punch, and the very beautiful
sunset evenings. Thanks for a great vacation, everybody!!