After the disappointment of not finding our first cache, I decided to take Luke to a cache that is one if my favorites, out by Enchanted Rock. The cache is a bird feeder at a historic one room school house, and has fake bird food glued to the glass, making it appear the feeder is full. Unfortunately as we neared the cache there is a low river crossing, but with the storms from last night, the water was over the road and moving very quickly. We followed public safety advice and "turned around and didn't drowned".
Time for cache number 3 for the day, it was located a short ways away from a old road side rest area. We had to walk a short distance before arriving at ground zero. This time the issue was tall grass and I decided the odds of find a snake were greater than finding the cache, so we abandoned our search and returned to the car.
It was just a short drive to Cross Mountain were we had our next targeted plastic container. Up the "mountain" we hiked. We made it to ground zero and began our search for the container on a pretty steep side of the hill. With out much hope of finding it Luke asked me to read the hint. It said "Texas Match Box". I am holding on to a snag as I read this, and am thinking "matchbox, no way will we ever find it" when Luke calmly says "There it is". He is pointing to the base of the snag I am holding onto. It is a large orange plastic tube (most caches are camo or disguised), with a broken lid. I tell him no, it is trash, but he insists, so I look closer. Well needless to say, we got to claim that one as found after we signed the log.
We hiked the rest of the way up to the Cross, took some pictures and headed back to the car.
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| Lecture on soil types |
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| At the Cross |
When were almost down I had one of my wildlife misidentification episodes. I pointed out the scissor-tailed fly catcher sitting on6 the telephone wire to Luke. He informs me, that it is wire. I study disputed id with my field glasses again and then again argue, ummmm discuss the id
Even discussing that the bird is facing away from us with its long tail feathers in plain sight. He unreasonably sticks with his opinion even though I am the one with the binoculars AND the experience. So I tell him come on, we will walk closer until we flush the bird and he can see it in flight. I will be darned that the tied off piece of cable never did fly off....
It was lunch time by now so we headed to the airport and the Hanger, but it is closed Mondays and Tuesdays, so we had Mexican food.
Came home rested for a bit then went swimming. The water was great and Luke showed me all the strokes except his back-stroke.
He rescued a small tree frog from the pool, but wanted to bring it home, or even take it to his home. I did get him to release it befor ewe got back to the house, much to Leta's relief.
After the long day it was to Mr. Gaddes for some pizza and video games.
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| Even the cats got their exercise. |
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