Fate took me on a mission of mercy/friendship/obligation to scenic Caldwell a few nights ago. The payment for my services was simple: dinner and a cache. Dinner was achieved on the way there, and the cache, when the job was done. A quick detour was made at the Harrie P. Woodson Memorial Library, and in … Continue reading To Favorite Or Not To Favorite? →

Fun fact: when I grab a cache today, it will be Day 1500 in a row of my streak that I’m no longer focusing on. Go me. The weekend went by as weekends often do. I ended up finding an old cache that had eluded me for a long time. It was pretty easy, and … Continue reading Business Old And New →

Another day, another bison tube. Except this one is actually from a couple of days ago. Yesterday, I had every intention of going out and grabbing one, even though I'm no longer wedded to my streak. I spent the day working, even though I had little to do but read docs, watch compliance videos, and … Continue reading What A Challenge Is For →

After the tragedy, restoration was relatively easy. I'm not a person who would normally ask, "What do you carry in your caching bag?" because I find the question incredibly banal and because, quite frankly, it's none of my business. However, since I'm starting again from square zero (there I go, mixing metaphors again!), now is … Continue reading A Bit Of New Kit →

Several days back, my car was broken into. Well, it wasn't exactly "broken" into. It looks like I forgot to lock my door, and someone opportunistically opened it at an inconvenient time of the morning. Other than several dollars in change missing and a lot of things tossed around, there was no real damage other … Continue reading The Thief Of Hopes →

I have, up until recently, gotten into the habit of carrying tweezers around in my pocket. It happened by accident—I was given a pair at an Event, and I just never put them away. Unfortunately, I lost them out of my pocket about a week ago. It was not a huge deal, but it resulted … Continue reading High Crimes And Misdemeanors? →

I’m always a little antsy between big trips. Well, “antsy” is probably the wrong word. That implies anxiety. It’s funny that I can totally give you a literary example (imagine Olenka from The Darling by Chekov when nobody’s around), but I can’t produce the right word. I’m sure that word will magically materialize in my … Continue reading Doldrums Again →

Yes, there were a couple of caches this weekend, but I had other things to consider, namely (a) the girls are visiting from L-Town and (b) the temperatures have been over 100 in Austin. I mess with and mock my children from time to time because it's written in my paternal contract to do so, … Continue reading Visita Interiora Terrae →

... with all of yesterday in me? With all that talk about walking in rivers before, you'd think there weren’t the beginnings of a drought in Texas. And yet, there I was, metaphorically wading in another old river. I went to an Event back where it all began, Georgetown. I arrived in town with a … Continue reading How Can I Begin Anything New →

It is not the same river, nor is he the same man—if you trust Heraclitus of Ephesus. I have no reason to doubt him, especially after yesterday. My job takes two days off for Independence Day instead of just one, so I decided to use my second day off to take a morning trip down … Continue reading No Man Steps In The Same River Twice →