Well, it started out to be 'wordless' until I found these photos that I knew needed some sort of explaining. So I'm not really playing by the rules of 'Wordless Wednesday', technically anyway.
I've spoken about our love for geocaching, and what a family ordeal it has become. We really do have alot of fun, and Dave's usually laid back enough to let the girls take turns finding the cache .. but he generally gives me a run for my money when I truly am on a mission to find the cache first. He hogs the GPS, sometimes won't relinquish the printed page with the little hints (sometimes the cacher will leave hints as to the location of the cache, so the cachee's have an easier time .. this especially helps if the area is well wooded with huge BC trees blocking direct satellite contact), and although I don't think he realizes it .. he's my opponent and I get this little fire building inside me, the urge to find that cache first drives me on as I try to look all casual about it. But this post isn't about me. :P

I find it quite humorous to watch my man, really enthralled in searching. He stands, reads the GPS .. making sure he's on the spot (this is only accurate if the tree's aren't overly large .. like I previously mentioned). He'll check the printout, then start surveying the area. You see, there's the most obvious places caches are hidden. In tree trunks, under fallen trees, behind large boulders, etc. You can sometimes tell where something could be hidden, when you see bark or rocks hiding a small hole .. and then again, this can be misleading and it's just pure coincidence that those things look a little off (not naturally placed).
He calls us over when he thinks he's in the general area (or when I'm completely off), checks his GPS yet again and starts looking again. These photos are a little misleading, because this particular cache we were in search of on Sunday was set in a nature path with large trees, rocky cliffs and a beautiful river and falls trailing through. If you've ever been to BC, you may know that Vancouver Island houses some of the largest (in width and in height) trees in our gorgeous province and they provide a problem when trying to read a GPS. So the cacher gave a point of two arbutus trees growing in a V, then giving so many meters in a true North direction. Only thing is, Dave had to figure out how to switch from magnetic to true on the GPS .. and this gave us a little grief in finding the exact positioning of the cache.I've spoken about our love for geocaching, and what a family ordeal it has become. We really do have alot of fun, and Dave's usually laid back enough to let the girls take turns finding the cache .. but he generally gives me a run for my money when I truly am on a mission to find the cache first. He hogs the GPS, sometimes won't relinquish the printed page with the little hints (sometimes the cacher will leave hints as to the location of the cache, so the cachee's have an easier time .. this especially helps if the area is well wooded with huge BC trees blocking direct satellite contact), and although I don't think he realizes it .. he's my opponent and I get this little fire building inside me, the urge to find that cache first drives me on as I try to look all casual about it. But this post isn't about me. :P
I find it quite humorous to watch my man, really enthralled in searching. He stands, reads the GPS .. making sure he's on the spot (this is only accurate if the tree's aren't overly large .. like I previously mentioned). He'll check the printout, then start surveying the area. You see, there's the most obvious places caches are hidden. In tree trunks, under fallen trees, behind large boulders, etc. You can sometimes tell where something could be hidden, when you see bark or rocks hiding a small hole .. and then again, this can be misleading and it's just pure coincidence that those things look a little off (not naturally placed).

Lisa Howell Scratchy Paper, Deb F Lauras Pocket Alpha, KsharonK Designs Flourish, Ink Drops by Me, Chipboard Tab by Shabby Princess Dinner Party Kit.





And the other one didn't mind getting drenched either.
