Not many of you know that make-up is not the one and only area of my interest. For the past couple of years together with our sons we've been involved in Geocaching, which is an outdoor treasure trove game that can be done by everyone. We're probably the worst team of geocachers in the area as the number of caches found is nothing to boast about, which doesn't mean we're not involved in the game. The thing is that we're quite selective about where we want to go and what we want to find.
We never enter private territories or places with restricted access, we don't enjoy rummaging among all sorts of rubbish, we don't undertake unnecessary risks, we don't enjoy ugly, nonsense places, we prefer solitary searches to being surrounded by crowds of curious onlookers. The caches we found this summer have all passed our quality control and will stay in our memories for a long, long while.
We've experienced terror, fear and the macabre...
We wandered in daylight and were led by ghosts at night time...
We found maps burried in ruined households basements...
We found things big and small...
We waddled in rivers and wallowed in mud...
We solved puzzles...
We visited places of interest and places of special interest...
We followed disused railway tracks...
till we couldn't go any further.
We travelled off the beaten track...
to discover long forgotten places...
or the beauty of nature.
We made our sacrifices (take a close look at the windscreen)...
but were generously rewarded with every gasp, thrill, adventure, reason for travelling that others gave us.
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