The ol' caching bug has bitten again—and hard—since the weather has been quite conducive to hiking the past few days. Did a five-miler yesterday on the Lake Townsend trail, just north of Greensboro, accompanied by my friend Bridget (a.k.a. Suntigres). I didn't have exact coordinates for one of the caches, but the clue on the Web site and the proximity of two nearby caches left only a small area in which it could be located; happily, I was signing the logbook in short order.
Saturday, it was another mini-monster fest, with Mssrs. Bill Mann and Wayne Miller on hand for Monsters vs. Aliens, which was an unexpected hoot; Destroy All Monsters; King Kong Escapes; and a couple of episodes of Ultraman.
Big deal, so I have to geek out now and again. And I will do it again.
On a bittersweet note, yesterday was the ninth anniversary of my dad's death. Fortunately, these days, I'm better able to remember more of the good times than that last agonizing year before he passed away. I see an awful lot of him in me, especially as I've gotten older—both the good and the bad. The fact there was so much more good than bad in him gives me at least a little hope....