Wow...busy, busy, busy! A great turnout to introduce Garmin's new baby, integrated with what looks to be an activity almost as fun as caching, WhereIgo. It was nice to see so many familiar faces under one roof, and very nice to meet others who, until today, were merely a name in a cache log, a note on a TB page.
Because I rode with the Froomlord, an officer in the WSGA, I was forced to look at all the goodies stocked by REI. And because I stayed longer than I should have, I looked at the bicycle goodies. Ooh, shiny! Well, I need a headlight, and here's one that comes with a nifty blinking taillight. And I could use a tea bottle. A water bottle? Ha!, I say. It reads, "Never a bad time to ride" which isn't exactly true, but it's almost true most of the time. I can live with that. I did well not to keep shopping, something I'm not keen on unless I'm trapped in a retail store like a caged animal and forced to do things that are against my nature.
I put a bug in Jeremy's ear. Not the scary, evil kind of bug that Khan put into Chekov's ear, oh, no. And, truth be told, if he sees this log, he'll have a think about what I discussed with him and think, "Does she always write in a stream-of-consciousness style like this?" Rest assured, this is not my typical log. Some are worse. Some of them stay on topic even less than this one. 😮
I almost won a Garmin coin. And try as I might, I wasn't able to talk Jake out of one. Yeah, I'd probably be a bit intimidated, too, if a toothless old lady came limping up to me, asking about secret places to find rare coins. Nice guy, though. Jake, I'll think about buying a Colorado, but by the time I can afford a new GPSr, they'll possess the technology to actually retrieve the cache and sign the log for me.
Uh, yeah...it's time to stop typing. Ridiculous? Meet sublime. Sublime, ridiculous. Good night, ladles and jelly spoons. And thanks for the cache. 😁