This is cache number three in the series "bloopers," a continuously growing chronicle to some of my not-so-brilliant moments. This series is also underscored by a recycled theme, where not only each container is recycled, but also the logbook.
For this particular cache, the story is rather funny. In the summer of 2010 I decided to take a canoe trip stating here at the location of the cache. It was a warm, sunny day. I planned to launch off at about 9am and paddle down to the Barrington Marina, have lunch, then explore the backwaters of Lion's Prairie. On the way back I'd stop in at the Heron Rookery nearby. I was excited and ready to begin: I had my lunch, camera, phone, any yes I even remembered the paddles this time.
I shoved off in the metal canoe I had. To say the least by the time I arrived at the Barrington Marina I was more than enthused to get off that canoe! I felt like an ant being chard by a kid with a magnifying glass! After a nice lunch, trying to ignore the redness, I got back into the canoe and went over to Lion's Prairie. I got some good pictures and didn't really notice the bad burn starting to creep up. When I got back to the river I began to feel it. Getting back to my car was a struggle, or so it seemed. I was soooo scorched. I forgot about the Rookery stop and I just went back upriver trying to ignore my skin. I had nothing to cover myself with except the bag that my lunch came it, but I threw that out after I finished it. So I was stuck.
By the time I did arrive back I got a few snickers and giggles from those standing around fishing, but all I cared about was getting out of the sun. Overall it was a good trip, but the worst was yet to come. I got some Aloe Vera gel and settled in for a less-than-comfortable week.