There is a kind of madness in geocaching that only other geocachers understood—a thrill in the chase, the satisfaction of the find, the subtle nods between strangers who play the same secret game. What starts as a weekend trip to knock out a few hard-to-find caches can turn into something else entirely. Your jeans, cracked and powdered from miles of dry scrub and rocky trails, the sun—a relentless overseer—hangs low behind the hills, casting long shadows, you find yourself weary and in need of a quick place to lay your head. But not before finding just one more cache....
This IS that one more cache before sweet slumber takes you into her loving arms and your mind fades away into an endless field of sheep to count.Â