I get antsy when my study and sewing is neglected. Mike gets antsy when we have a dry spell without geocaching.
Our last geocaching excursion was December 23. I remember it well. It was the day Hallie and Nick left after our Christmas celebration. That being six weeks ago, Mike had been watching the weather for a good opportunity to get out. Yesterday (Saturday, Feb. 9) was the day.
After breakfast I packed snacks for man and dog, the camera, and my cell phone. Mike had his GPS, his phone, some maps, and also the old “Gary Fisher” mountain bike. And so, the three of us set off for a fun day of geocaching along the Potlatch River at Kendrick, 23 miles east of Lewiston, where the defunct railroad track has been converted to a hiking/biking trail.
First, we left the mountain bike in a ditch on the trail east of town, across the highway from the old Brammer home. (The house and grounds surely miss the Brammers.)
Then we drove two miles to the other side of town. Here’s Mike at a cache on Little Bear Creek behind the school. Note his “geocaching pants” with pen and stamp in a pocket on the leg.
“I hope the dog isn’t bored,” remarks Mike as we walk along.
“You hope – the dog – isn’t bored?”
After logging the last cache in the series, Mike rode the bike back to where we left the Dakota. In the time he was gone, Nellie and I walked to the city limits where Mike picked us up.
With that, you might think we’d be finished and ready to return home. No-no, not us! At Juliaetta, the little town about three miles west of Kendrick, we turned onto McGarry Grade where Mike had marked another three caches to visit. The views were spectacular, such as this one of Juliaetta.
This photo doesn’t quite capture the epiphany I experienced while hunting for this cache. Mike was bent double searching in the rocks, and I had just joined in the search when I happened to look up. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” sang the soprano angels.
And then we discovered that if we continued to the top by way of McGarry Grade and then down the other side of the ridge, we would come out at Cherry Lane Bridge. So, we did that, stopping only to order a veggie calzone from Papa Murphy’s for our supper. By the way, the calzone was decorated with pepperoni, which seemed a bit of a contradiction if you’re going vegetarian. KW