He's the guy I have been living with for the past 35 (ack!) years. My soulmate. Companion in crime. Sparring partner from time to time. And that's one of the other women in his life, Pancha. Miss P. Belligerent Bitch. Queen Latifah. She has many names, come to think of it, so does he!
One of the very many things the love of my life does is indulge me in silly pursuits. One of the silliest is geocaching. Geocaching is a real world, outdoor treasure hunt. Players try to locate hidden containers, called geocaches, using GPS-enabled devices, and then share their experiences online. Really. That's a direct quote from the website. It's the ulitmate in outdoor "geek-dom". Gives us a great opportunity to yell at each other in the great outdoors, trek through the underbrush in search of pill bottles, pieces of PVC pipe, ammo boxes, tupperware containers, tiny little capsules with magnets, bird houses (some geocachers have WAY TOO MUCH time on their hands!) and along the way collect useless pieces of swag, travel bugs, real bugs, ticks, chigger bites, and experience close encounters with snakes, wasps and the local constabulary. The love of my life won't let me collect the caches along main roads as apparently we resemble terrorists.
Geocaching run this morning at 6:30 am yielded four finds in an hour. After a year, I am finally getting the hang of the high speed made especially for geocaching GPS we bought last summer. That didn't come with anything resembling useful directions. The iPhone app is equally useful, although very annoying as cell phone service is spotty at best here. What this goofy pastime does give us is a common goal, and a view to places in our area we had no idea existed. Magellan Geocaching GPS $200, Lumber River State Park $10 in gas and 30 minutes, time with my guy - priceless.