Just some caching folk on a Saturday flight,
Lookin' for the sights of their life
In the real-time world no one sees us at all,
Muggles say we CRAZY
Signing logs, practicing search art,
Opening closed icons, smiles bright
We have danced into the caching zone,
When a seeker becomes the seek
It can cut you like a knife,
If the gift becomes the fire
Conspire between will and what will be
We're all maniacs, maniacs out the door
And we're caching like we've never cached before
We're all maniacs, maniacs out the door
Out here caching to make that smiley score.
On the trek, our cache-wise sanity
goes to places most never see
It's a hard won place of mystery,
Touch it, but can't keep it
You work all your life for that moment in time,
It could come or pass you by
It's a push of the world,
But wherever we might glance
Fuels the hunger of caching sight
Track logs note the connective beat
Winding, twining in the caching feat
Never stopping with our heads against the wind
We're just maniacs, maniacs, yes we know
And we're caching like we've never cached before
We're all maniacs, maniacs out the door
Out here caching to make that smiley score.
Finally getting to some old notes --
Spotted this traveling wonder at the International Geocaching Day: 50's Style
event.