geocaching

Wasting time and energy looking for a worthless container. Wondering around like an idiot in public. Looking like a creepy stalker around businesses. An easy way to get a Darwin Award.

Today, I fell off a bridge while geocaching. I tried to grab a pill bottle just out of reach, fell 100 ft, landed on some hard rocks, and got a compound fracture in my tibia. There was nothing valuable in the pill bottle. It had no map to a treasure chest full of gold coins. It just had a water-soaked rite-in-the-rain log I couldn't even sign. Kind of stupid, huh? I just realized no one gives a crap about my accomplishments; my wife and kids want me to quit because it ruins their vacations. All my friends and family wish I'd stop bragging about the 5/5 cache I found in a wasps' nest 1000 ft up in California Redwood tree.