We saw someone who looked suspiciously unlike a muggle heading into the woods the same direction we intended to go. Isn't it funny how we automatically just wonder if they're cachers, too? Like people don't walk on trails for the sake of walking on trails. In any case, the un-muggle was half of the Puppers.
Jcar is right, climbing the logs is such a childhood thing that, even though it's difficult and scary, it's fun. After getting over, I was last to arrive, and, as usual, had only to sign the log. Probably not a bad thing, as my Miss Maggie Merigold is starting to act very tired these days. Oh, well, not worries; the caches are like the sprinkles on the ice cream, anyway...the real treat is just to be out, moving and being on this wonderful earth. Thanks for the cache in a lush, green jungle of windy trails.