Labor Day Caching

Today was interesting. It started out inauspiciously. I got home ultra late (or early) and got only about four hours sleep. When I woke up I saw Monica had called me 21 times. No, that's not a mistake. The call count on my iPhone had the number 21 on it. I thought it was just a glitch. I proceeded to shower and get ready, but I was running a little late, so I called Monica to let her know.

Monica sounded like she was about to die. No, she said, she had called me like 60 times. She was feeling really bad and had contemplated going to the ER. Yikes! I thought. She claimed that she was feeling better now, but I made her call her friend and give us another hour anyway just to make sure she was feeling like going.

I got to her apartment, and she wasn't ready. She said she'd be ready, and that she was feeling better. She wanted to go, and I thought that she looked ok to go, so once she was ready we drove to Dallas to her friend John's apartment.

Over in Dallas we hooked up with John and went to our first cache. It was a historical marker that had info that redirected us to the actual object. It went fine. So did our next couple. We hit a wall when we started bush whacking our way to find one little container among hundreds of trees, and we soon became hot, tired, cross and disillusioned. We broke for lunch and tried a WhereIGo cache. We were doing ok right up until the last when something went awry, and we couldn't get the ultimate coordinates. Drat!

We did a cemetery cache next, and thankfully that was easier to find. We found it fairly quickly, and we found the redirector coordinates, so we were in better spirits. Not so much when we went to find the bonus cache. It was next to a creek on a steep bluff. We tried two different approaches to find it, risking life and limb in the process. Neither worked, so we left tired and cross again. We got a final steer back to the last part of the WhereIGo and finished up that one before we departed for John's apartment.

Once there we picked up John's partner Drew and went for dinner at a place called Zini's. The food there was good, but they were out of what I ordered, and Monica had to try twice to get a decent drink with her dinner. Monica, Drew and John all talked while I sat and listened. Monica, Drew and John all work for the Crocs shoe store chain, so they were talking work. After that we walked around the neighborhood that John and Drew live in before Monica and I left for Arlington. I think it was a good day, but there were certainly issues.

Next weekend Monica and I have tickets to the Fort Worth symphony, then we're going to downshift and just stay in the rest of the time.