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A day of Geocaching

My Bride and I went out geocaching today, well more like I went geocaching and she came along.  No, that's not fair to her, as she helped me look,  She just has no real interest in getting her own geocaching identity.  We went to the JJ Mays Wildlife Trace and then over to the Wallisville Lake Project.  We finished up the day at the Sheldon Reservoir.  Here are a few photos I would like to share.
A beetle of some sort which didn't want to stop to have its photo taken.
My Bride and I celebrating my 1500th "find" of geocaches.
I was supposed to post a photo of an alligator "somewhere in the park" to get credit for a geocaching challenge.   It was 98 degrees F., so I settled for this one.
The path I took for a quarter mile to find two geocaches.  My Bride said, "No way".
A Silk web orb spider at a geocache in the JJ Mays Wildlife Trace.
Wild flowers growing in the Trace.
Love bugs and my love bug.

Geocaching is the hunt for any of more than 3 million items worldwide that have been purposely hidden by geocachers just like you. The game, when played responsibly, has been embraced by Texas State Parks and Natural Areas because of the fun and health benefits the sport creates for its players. Geocaching is primarily based through the website and is free to participate in! Simply create a user name or "cache handle" and you will be on your way!


Anonymous said…
Bert, I have read some of your geocaching blogs and I did try to leave a comment ( a nice one) on one page but your robot detector kept putting me off. Just wanted to say I enjoyed the read and got a good laugh at the same time. I hope you carry a snake bite kit.

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