The Country Mice

The wild and wily geo-cache crowd wants you to work for your treasure.

Seeking the stash is all about the challenge of  getting there.

This cache, disguised as a former peanut butter jar resided on the edge of a cemetery, through the woods, off the path, near a stream, high up in a tree.

And in the clues, this plastic tub was described as “wearing the same camouflage as the surrounding cedar trees.”

Huh?

It’s the outside-the-box thinking that makes this activity appealing.

One particular cache we sought was described as for girls who were out hunting with their parents and needed a fix of pink. Or something girlie.

Our chum is neither girlie nor pink but she was all over the rocks and trees to hunt down a treasure specially designed for her.

Found it!

And took out the pink pen.

Couldn’t help herself.

And then this rather treacherous hike.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of darkness…

Not well-suited for those in Crocs.

It’s a very pretty part of Ontario country side — reminds me of some of hiking experiences in B.C.

With a backpack and sans enfants.

We didn’t actually head all the way to the terminus of the hike. We weren’t prepared foot-wear wise and we’d already hunted down several caches. And the day was getting on and Lori’s dogs needed to be fed and there were still a few more kilometres to go and and and…

And so while we did not go all the way to the end, the cache would have been hidden in one of the tiny crevices in the wall of rock.

There will be a next time.

Not to worry.