I found cache number 66 yesterday.  That number isn’t a milestone in the geocaching world, but it also coincides with my one anniversary of finding my first geocache. 

It almost seems longer than that, but in a good way.  I’ve seen so many neat parks and places around Omaha and, well, just around than I ever imagined.  And it’s given me a lot of little computer projects do to, which I like.  I mean, I don’t mind walking a mile and a half to find a dollar store item hidden in the trees, yet I have to muster the energy to walk to the bathroom at work (for the record: the bathroom is on the floor below).

I hafta say that I wanted to be at 100 finds by now, but life this summer got busy (and hot) and I didn’t get to it.  But it’s not the number of finds that count, or the dollar store items, but the journey to get there and, yes, the joy of the hunt.  Not to mention the creativity in the hides.

Here’s to another year of using multi-billion dollar satellites to find worthless crap!