Caching Orthodoxy

There was a bit of a caching to-do in and around Center over the weekend, but I had to miss out on the shenanigans because I went up to L-Town to see the Girls on Saturday. It rained on the way up and on the way back and during some of the time we were together. We had lots of errands to run over the course of the day which ultimately culminated with us being downtown at a local music festival. I remembered the area because I attended a couple of Events there during Texas Challenge a couple of years ago.

While we were there, I took the opportunity to get a photo of my younger daughter in the same spot where I photographed her all those years ago when I officially visited Longview. She though it was silly, but one day she may have children. Maybe she’ll get it then. Regardless of what the future may hold, I only managed to get a couple of Adventure Labs for my daily caches. The only cache inside the festival perimeter had not only been found by me previously, but was disabled as missing. I would have found it amusing to get a cache inside the festival, but I took what I could get. Even if they feel a bit lesser to me, a Lab is a cache and a cache is a cache is a cache. I know that some of you would consider that a monophysitical statement that amounts to heresy. I don’t especially feel up to the Byzantine theological debate that will ensue therefrom right now, but I stand by my statement.

Sunday, I was on the way to visit friends near Dripping Springs. I thought about taking another shot at that cache I need to get out there, but I was running short on time. I was going to get my cache after I was done visiting, but I noticed a new one on the map not far away from them at a veteran’s community center called Patriot’s Hall. I was a little wary of the location at first; it has been my experience over the last few years that some people claiming the moniker of “patriot” don’t seem to be very patriotic at all. It turned out to be a veteran’s community center run jointly by the American Legion on the VFW, neither of which I would consider partisan actors, so my hackles lowered and I went on the grounds. And for my efforts, I found a decently stocked ammo can, a much more ecumenical choice. I decided to trade out some trackables. I don’t do that all that often anymore since The Incident, but it was time. I still had the one I had picked up in Gunnison, so I dropped it. I also too the the opportunity to read its goal for the first time: to return to Denver. Guess I screwed that one up! I went ahead and picked up a couple of others: a little green, bazooka-bearing soldier, and a loose trackable tag that I attached to a piece of swag to make it more substantive.

With that, my weekend was completed (from a caching perspective). I doubt anyone is calling a Council of Seattle to judge my choices. Besides, only HQ can judge me.