It was quite dark by the time we got to the courthouse. The portico lights interfered a bit with photography, and it’s possible that I may have gotten a better shot from another angle, but quite honestly, I’ve taken far worse photos. Besides, nobody was there to play about. Even I was a bit knackered. In most cases, when we got close to the end of our caching day, we’d look for a hotel in the area or near our planned morning starting point. This time was different. Not only had we rented a large house for the night, meaning we had to push on to a certain place, but we had a friend who would be joining us for the night and the next day. GiGi and JoJo migrates between Austin and Prattsville, New York, an hour and a ferry away from us. She would meet us at our lodgings and come with us the next day to…
Hold up! I’m getting a little ahead of myself there. We needed a cache in Madison County (bridges or not), and we did not care a lick about what it was. We hit the closest LPC to the courthouse, and we were good. With that accomplished, we had a quick confab. There had been talk (mostly initiated by me) about getting every county in Vermont. It was still doable, but it would involve three more counties that night and seven more the next day. But here’s the thing: different people vacation and travel in different ways. All of you know this, but being the emotionally stunted man-child that I am, I did little of my planning based on that simple and obvious truth. I was thinking about what I was capable of doing and not enough about what we were capable of. Some people wanted to rest. Some people wanted to spend time during the day seeing things. Some people didn’t care about counties. All I was thinking about was that I wanted to get as many counties done as I could and that I wanted to avoid having to come back to places I’d already been. But that thinking was starting to get in the way of their and my enjoyment. I’d be back in the area anyway when I came back for the rest of New Hampshire and northern New York, so to heck with the rest of Vermont! Embodying what I probably told my daughters many times when they were little, I’d get what I’d get, and I wouldn’t throw a fit. We threw out the other counties on the list (except for one we had to pass through anyway that I would be skipping because we wouldn’t be hitting the courthouse) and decided to cross off several from the next day to take pressure off. That would pay dividends later on, and it also meant that we would get to the house and our friend and sleep sooner. We had an early morning planned in…
Geocaching While Black 