Team emvirginia and Mr. Rodan
Headed to Roanoke, VA, this morning to meet up with three of the world's least despicable souls — Ms. Beth Massie, Mr. Cortaid Skinner, and Mr. Ben My-Name-Is-Not-Linus-Rothman — to do some serious geocaching. If you're visiting here, you probably know that Ms. Massie and I have collaborated on a couple of novels, including Dark Shadows: Dream of the Dark, and nowadays, most gratifyingly, we can occasionally collaborate on some serious geocache hunts. It was a gray day, and we had to dodge some raindrops now and again — particularly later in the afternoon — but we managed to make a most enjoyable circuit of southwestern Roanoke, snagging lots of park-n-grabs as well as a few more terrain-intensive cache hides. One of the best, if the not the best, aspects of caching is visiting all kinds of places I'd never find if I weren't hunting a little container with a piece of paper to sign inside. We discovered some beautiful neighborhoods, a fabulous mom-and-pop pancake house, and a patch of woods where certain of our party absolutely refused to go pee, despite a pressing need. Only got moderately wet as the rain set in, and the excellent company made this a day to remember fondly.
I'll never see a Hamricks' sign the same way again, that much I can tell you....
Mr. Mountainview and Team emvirginia
An emergency chopper arrives at Roanoke's Carrillion Hospital
Under the bridge downtown is where he logged his find.
I'll never see a Hamricks' sign the same way again, that much I can tell you....
Mr. Mountainview and Team emvirginia
An emergency chopper arrives at Roanoke's Carrillion Hospital
Under the bridge downtown is where he logged his find.
