More photos from our trip to Kanopolis State Park a few weeks back. Per usual, it was a last-minute camping decision and although we failed to pack a camp-appropriate dinner (leftover Bei Wei that was unintentionally shared with a coyote or raccoon or something. At least I got my fork back.), we remembered to write down 10 or 15 Geocache coordinates.
Side story: The GPS is named Anthony after St. Anthony, patron saint of lost articles, because the GPS finds things. Clever. Also, I spend inordinate amounts of time losing my stuff and praying to St. Anthony to find it. He always does. He’s a champ.
Striking out to find the first Geocache.
We came across this nice little water crossing…
…that we realized we needed to cross.
We got a little damp. It was fun. The following Monday, I told several coworkers that, in the name of Geocaching, Dustin and I waded nearly up to our waists in a stream shared by a lot of horses. I think my coworkers came to the mutual decision that it is good that I am Adventure Buddies with Dustin and not them.
First cache found!
We had to cross a lot of things, like a field of poison ivy and prickly bushes and who knows what else. Also this marsh. So marshin’ we went!