Hot on the Trail
A family outing on the Delaware Geocaching Trail proves quite an adventure.
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When to give up
To find cache No. 2, we’re to start at the nature center parking lot, head west to the trail, then north on the dirt service road near the electrical lines easement. Trouble is, we’re coming from the opposite direction.
That’s when I begin to warm up to the whole GPS idea, even if ours is probably the nerdiest gadget ever to be used on the Delaware Geocaching Trail.
As we walk along a dusty horse trail, I take the opportunity to scare the bejesus out of the kids. “This is a prime place for rattlesnakes to lie in wait for passing horses.”
“There are no rattlesnakes in Delaware,” Audrey says, right on cue.
We approach a scenic section of the pond where we’ve fished before. A great blue heron perches on a small tree. We also see a small painted turtle, a great egret and a bright red cardinal.
We’ve been combing the woods for more than a half-hour now, but to no avail. Mosquitoes are buzzing and biting, poison ivy abounds and vines with stickers occasionally catch your clothes or scratch your leg. Plus, there are more ticks than you’d find in a neurologist’s waiting room.
This is taking longer than I would have guessed. A sick thought comes to mind. What if some jerk moved the cache?
I look at my impatient son. “How long do you look before you give up?”
He doesn’t bat an eye. “I’m already past that time.”
A shout rings out from a few hundred feet away. “Found it!” It’s Audrey.
Says Jake, “I hate her.” But then he attempts to justify his bad luck. “I bet Mom $20 I wouldn’t find one because I’m not good at it. Now, if I don’t try, I still get 20 bucks.”
Seems our son is seeking cash instead of cache.
Our second treasure must have been hidden by a pro. Janell actually made the discovery. This time the box isn’t blue. It’s painted gold and cloaked quite well under a pile of dead limbs. The trinkets include a yellow-and-orange puffy crab, a clam shell, and a marble. We don’t take a trinket, but we leave a plastic blue whale.
“Cover it up real good, like they did for us,” I tell Jake, as he puts the box back. “SOBs.”
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