A Beginner’s Guide To Geocaching

If you follow me on Instagram you will notice that I post scads of pictures from our Geocaching adventures. I have come to realize that many of you may want to dip your toes in the geocaching pond, but have no idea where to start.

“How are you doing that GEOCACHING thing?!?”

You guys, YOUR SUMMER NEEDS GEOCACHING! There is a treasure hunt everywhere, you’ve probably sat on a bench with a cache and didn’t even know it. Even our small town has dozens of finds to search for.

To help you get started, I thought I would post a little beginner’s how-to using knowledge I’ve gleaned from our geocaching adventures, which are still relatively new for us.

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How we started

Last summer I was listening to my friend’s podcast when a guest host came on and raved about how her family were geocaching and loving it. Somehow I figured out that it was a free thing you could do involving mini vans, kids and a GPS smartphone… so away we went with a really long break over the fall and winter.

  • Your Turn- Download the Geocaching app, it’s free and it’s called “geocaching.” it features a white background with a green “G” that looks like a pin. I’ll just take a screenshot…

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    Looks Likes This…..

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I Am You, Or I Easily Could Be

I wrote this, from a bar on a Sunday while I am drinking Beer and eating onion rings, so … just keeping it honest.
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me and Caedmon, just loving on an ordinary day.

me and Caedmon, just loving on an ordinary day.

Yesterday I was doing a little work at the dining room table while dinner was simmering on the stove. My 3 kids were in the backyard playing in rotation with the sprinkler, the water table and the sandbox, these are outdoor toys that Kel and I provided for them, to help foster a love for playing outside. Those things didn’t just grow there, we budgeted for them, filled them and regularly make sure they have fresh water and no cat poop (because sandbox).

Type… Type… Stir Dinner… Type.. .Check on Kids.
Type… Type… Stir Dinner… Type.. .Check on Kids.
Type… Type… Stir Dinner… Type.. .Check on Kids.

This was my rhythm, and again, I wasn’t drinking gin and painting my toenails, I was working to pay my husband’s seminary bills while my children played in the sunshine.

Suddenly, in a flash, I realized something horrible, the baby was not on the INSIDE of the chain link fence, but the OUTSIDE. Just 50 yards from the busy-ish road where she could have easily chased a butterfly into traffic and gotten hit.

I shrieked and dashed outside, scooped her up and held her close, making a mental note she must have learned to open the fence I had triple checked was closed. So next step is a deadbolt I guess?

Oh Dear God thank you, for life, she is fine, that could have been so much worse.

And if it had been wore, oh world, what would you say about me? That I was selfish, career driven, neglectful? That the fence latch alone wasn’t safe? That our patio wasn’t close enough?  Continue reading