As Jamie was putting the kids to bed and I was putting away the groceries from Costco a couple of hours earlier, I decided I wanted to get out, go for a walk, and find a local geocache.
“Hey” I texted one of my best friends, “Do you want to go find a geocache after bedtime? It’s close, like 500m away”.
She agreed, so I grabbed a bottle of water and a headlamp (because I’m awesome like that) and off we went on an adventure to the Urban Forest where we’ve been a hundred times before.
Walking through the paths that we regularly walk through, we quickly realised that we were going to have to get off the path, and into the woods to find the geocache.
Wood ticks, snakes, severed heads under unknown tarps, ant hills, pokey things and wearing flip flops when you can’t see your feet – those are just a few of the reason that a couple of thirty-year-old women were screaming in the urban forest tonight.
Walking 20 meters into the forest, making our own path for the third time veering off of the beaten path, following the geocaching app, I thought for sure that we were on the right track this time.
20… 19… 18… 19…20…21 meters…
“What in the actual… abort this mission! What is that? There’s probably just a severed head under that tarp and we’re interrupting a crime scene” We turned around, joking that we should send in the kids to find the geocache and let us know what it is because we were out of there.
We turned around, got back on to the path, and screamed when a frog crossed our path. Geocaching in an urban forest, it’s not for the faint of heart. We didn’t even find the damn thing. We probably should have stayed on the deck and drank a bottle of wine.