Geowhat?: Building Relationship through Adventure

A few years ago, on a walk in the woods, my daughter took out her phone and started looking at some kind of directions on it. Then she disappeared into the brush while I stood on the path trying to figure out what was going on.

I could hear her walking back and forth, kicking leaves around and looking under fallen trunks of trees. Finally she found it, whatever it was, and our geocaching adventures began.

To make the explanation short – people hide things and give map coordinates so other people can find them. The instructions are on an app that can be downloaded on any phone. When you find the cache, you add your name and the date to a list kept with the cache, and if appropriate you can leave some little trinket of your own. There are all kinds of embellishments to this game, including levels of difficulty, endless variety of hiding places, and contests and conferences to attend. Since getting hooked on this and reading some of the blogs about it, I have found caches almost everywhere I go.

Some caches are very small and hidden so well!

A hole was drilled in this post where the cache was hidden. The paper was rolled up and placed in a plastic casing. Only the string gave it away. We hunted a while for this one.

Some are ridiculously obvious and silly, but still…

This log was found in a big 5 gallon plastic pail with a red lid. They aren’t all that easy!

Some are in remote woodlands.

Some are on city streets, or very busy public places.

This tiny rolled up log was found inside the plastic ice cream cone on the porch of a busy ice cream store, dangling from the awning above our heads.

One fall day Julia and I were out hunting on a trail near Hayward and we ran into a friend of mine. We hadn’t spoken to her for a few years and when we explained what we were doing, she disclosed that she had placed most of the geocaches that we were looking for! Neither Julia or I have placed (hidden) any of our own caches but I think that will be the next step. All we need to do is choose a water proof container of some kind, something that can be hidden or camouflaged, include paper and pencil, plot the coordinates of the hiding place and register on the app.

This really is a fun, outdoor adventure that is virtually free to anyone with access to a cell phone. Doing fun things with others helps to grow relationships and make great memories. I highly recommend giving this a try if you’re wanting to spend time with someone who is adventurous and doesn’t mind being outdoors. Geocaching!

One of my favorite vlogs (video blog) is by world famous The Geocaching Vlogger and it is hilarious. I learned so much about geocaching from his videos and find them addicting. So entertaining! Check it out here: https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCA0ptTLSLXKFsL4eOnF6RZg

A to Z: Selling Our House (Letter G)

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A sign for the letter G

But as for my theme, G is for Garage

Once upon a time, in Florida, we did not have a garage. We had a carport only. It never really was enough room even for our car, truck and trailers. When we moved to the oneacrewoods, we were overjoyed to have a large two car, attached garage with an automatic door opener! My parents in the adjoining house also had a large two car garage. Both of these garages had pull down ladders leading to large attic storage space. I don’t know how many readers will recognize the potential for catastrophe here, but I will just tell you – it is real and present danger, unless you are a very disciplined, organization freak.

We are savers. At one time our garage was so full that I stored my precious lumber (yes, I had lumber) on the floor in piles just high enough that I could park the car over them. Every spare part for sprinklers, various engines, draperies and blinds, lawn equipment, along with nuts, bolts, nails and hardware from every project we ever attempted was all put in the garage. At one time, effort was made to corral like items in boxes, jars and little cases with tiny plastic drawers but it never worked very well. At least 50% of this stuff was/is unusable and should be thrown away, but that is a job in itself and we are always tired when we get done with our projects.

When the hurricane came last year, I got both of our vehicles in the garage but I don’t know how I did it and it hasn’t happened since.

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And because I’ve just carried everything down from the attic, it won’t be happening this week either. BUT SOON.

Now, garage clean up has to happen in order to sell the house. And it includes the attics above the garages! I understand, the buyer is not going to want my stuff. I don’t even want my stuff. I feel embarrassed at the 10 years worth of National Geographics that I saved and was going to use for…? And  how is it that there are more seashells to be found in my attic than at the seashore? And do you know that it’s probably 120 degrees up there?

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These magazines weigh a ton! I hope they weren’t valuable, nah….

The truck and men that I wrote about a few days ago took the big furniture out for me but I have been working on the boxes of saved toys and glassware, books and canning jars all afternoon. The renters are still working on their side too but I think this might be their last truckload.

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Today I read about something called dostadning, or “death cleaning”, which is a Scandinavian term for getting rid of your stuff so your children don’t have to do it after you’re dead. But really, it would be good for us to do a little of this for our own well-being and sanity. Keep this in mind, the only thing worse than having to clean the garage is having a garage sale, because then you have wasted a whole half day (at least) and still have to re-store the leftovers in your garage or haul them to a donation place. Just give it all away in the first place. My thoughts.