Before you start getting any bad ideas, I do love my family.

This is based on a true story and I am sure that anyone who has been caching long enough has a similar tale to tell.  There is a cache near my parent’s house (it has been disabled as of this post) and I decided to share with my father my interest in geocaching.  We walk down to the cache and (ignoring the GPS) head off in the wrong direction (like that hasn’t happened to you- the cache was about a cave so we headed to the cave- duh!) and start a simple search.  A family arrives (it is a very scenic place) and while Sue and I go silent and start making sure we don’t look like we are searching my father announces to the family that we are geocaching and we are looking for a hidden box that has been placed in the area and on, and on, and on.  I quietly walk away and find the cache as he is still chattering away with the family about the resort being built and other things.  Those who have met my dad can picture this, he’s a very friendly guy… which doesn’t work too well when he’s trying to be the center of attention and you are trying to blend in.