I hung out with Wayne today while he cached his way across North Florida. I was in charge of the paperwork and the GPS until we reached the area to be searched so he could keep his eyes and hands on the road and steering wheel, respectively. We're good at that teamwork thing.
He's on a mission...trying to fulfill a challenge to find a cache in each of the counties in North Florida. I suppose it's a little like a scrapbooker going to every Michaels in an effort to acquire every Martha Stewart border punch only not nearly so interesting. Well, to me anyway. Obviously, it's interesting to him. And it was a picture-perfect day so it was fun to be out together seeing parts of the state neither of us has ever been to.
He logged eleven "finds" today. Some were easy and others were more of a challenge. Like this one where the road was flooded from all the recent rains. We arrived at one side of the overflowing river but the cache was on the other, there along the guardrail. Wayne was willing to make Tillie swim for it until I persuaded him otherwise so he rolled up his jeans and sloshed his way across. I wisely stayed with the car. As he was drying off his feet and putting his shoes back on, I pointed to something and asked what that was swimming in the flooded water. Oh, it's a moccasin, he calmly says. I saw another one, too...but they're just small ones. I just shook my head.
We were in lots of small towns with quaint little squares and moss-draped live oaks. Wayne wandered around looking under benches and steps and I wandered around taking photos and feeling like I'd stepped back in time.
We were at some old cemeteries, too. The stones on the graves at this one had dates from the early 1900s but there were small plots on both sides with stones that were worn smooth and seemed much older. While I read inscriptions and snapped more photos, Wayne took off for the treeline to find his cache.
Darkness caught up with us before we got the last one on the list but overall it was a productive day.