Something I really enjoy is geocaching. If you want to know more about geocaching you can go to this website, www.geocaching.com. But for now, I want to share this one day I had with my brother out in a local park near Austin, Texas. We were riding our bikes around the park. The park was mostly wooded, so we had to get off our bikes whenever we needed to get off path and search for a cache. We had found a few already but we were having a really hard time with this one cache. We had been walking around in the trees for a while, searching in branches, under rocks, behind bushes, but we couldn’t find what we were looking for. Finally we came across this one big tree with a hollow base. We were pretty sure we were about to find our cache but I personally was a little wary of sticking my hand in the hollow because of spiders. But I stuck my hand in anyway. The cache wasn’t there, but that isn’t the point of the story. For me, the meaningful part of this experience is the memory of the hollow in that tree. It was very dry, and cool. The dirt was almost sandy. When I put my hand in, I had to get down very close and I had my face up against the rough bark of the tree. And I was searching blindly, just feeling around hoping my fingers would stumble over something that felt like a cache.
Posted: Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010