I pulled into town late in the day with two little ones in the back. I had hoped that we could get going early and hit six or seven on the way down like on the the way up, but prying grandchildren away from grandparents is harder than dissolving gold in acid. Our stocks of road snacks had mostly been depleted and there was a general malaise that was more fixated on getting home than finding anything. But I wouldn’t let that entirely stop me.
I grabbed a quick cache in an alley, a keybox on some electrical boxes. The ladies watched me from the air-conditioned comfort of the car. Then we set back on down the road and made it to…
Geocaching While Black 