We'd like you to meet Sticky

First time ever geocaching and we not only got soaked (I fell in a creek and it was pouring rain to boot), we also got skunked! Boo! Well, I'll amend that to we got half-skunked. We did find one spot (creek); the other must have been stolen, neglected, carried away by bears, or other.

But we did have a great time and even got to explore an area of our very own town that we had never known about. So thanks to Greg's mom for introducing this new fun activity to us. We had tried letterboxing previous to this outing (by only a few weeks) and we do love it, plus it fits our low-tech lifestyle quite nicely; we'll continue with that for sure.

The geocaching is a whole different set of clues and treasures, so we may have to get a GPS if we run out of letterboxes.

In any case, I feel that each activity accomplished its goal of getting kids outdoors. While geocaching, we found stumps that beavers had chewed, saw a Great Gray Heron, and made the acquaintance of Sticky, who ended up coming home with us since it was too wet for him to fly.

Lots of hours of enjoyment just observing Sticky and his wings, his colors. Never could determine if he was really a he or not though. Sticky's funeral was yesterday. His final resting site is quite the ornate shrine to a life well-lived.