Road Trip

After last night’s dinner in Lexington we continued west on I-20 to Florence. We were going to met Donna’s cousin for breakfast at the Cracker Barrel on Sunday morning.

I picked out seven caches in northwest Florence near the HIE where we were going to be staying, so we would have something to look for before we met Laurie at 8:30. The first one we even walked to because it was behind the McDonald’s at the same exit.

Another cache was right down the road from the hotel near a boat ramp. It was back in the woods a hundred yards or so and we had been doing the drunken bee dance for about 10 minutes and getting a little frustrated. It was an ammo ca, it shouldn’t be this hard to find. It was kind of trashy in there too, cans, bottles, plastic bags, etc, amazing how much considering how far away we were from where humans should have normally been. We were standing there deciding whether we should dance some more or give up, we had the time constraint of the breakfast meet and all, when I saw some black boat line at my feet and wrapped around the base of the tree we were standing next to. My natural curiosity led me to see where the other end of it went. There, suspended about 20 feet above our heads by that black rope, was an ammo can.

We found six, but elected to ignore the last one when Donna read in the logs about there being a lot of ticks in the area where it was hid. We had run out of time anyway, when we got to the Cracker Barrel it was already 8:27. Laurie’s car wasn’t there. She is normally very prompt, so we knew we wouldn’t have to wait long.

Pretty soon it was 8:40 and still no blue Honda Accord, so we broke out the cell phone and gave her a call to see where she was. She wasn’t answering her cell, so figuring I had mislabeled her numbers in our phone’s directory I tried the home number. She answered and I asked,”Where are you?” “Home,” came the reply. She quickly put two and two together and knew why I was calling on a Sunday morning, so she added, “That’s next week.”

Earlier this week when via emails we agreed to meet for breakfast, both Donna and I overlooked the fact that Laurie had put the date of 6/7 in her email. We just assumed that it was to be this Sunday.

I guess we will be eating breakfast at the Florence Cracker Barrel two Sunday’s in a row.

Having been promised seven caches today and only getting six in Florence when we went out shopping this evening we made a slight detour and stopped by to visit GEOffery the Giraffe.