Imagine floating on a small inner-tube down a mountain river with gentle rapids. It’s in the middle of a rainforest on the Pacific Coast of Mexico, and it’s raining. The dream always includes a gentle rain falling. But this isn’t … Continue reading
I’ve been seeing the term geocaching appear more and more on social media lately. I’ve had a clue what it is, but it’s one of those things I see and pass right over because I didn’t think the idea of running around in the woods with GPS looking for hidden objects was really my thing. My friends Josh and Liz of Peanuts or Pretzels have been posting a lot about their geocaching trips lately. So I decided to get the details from Josh. And what I found surprised me.
“Brace yourself, and whatever you do don’t drop the phone,” I told myself as the exhilarating rush and roar of the water from the Falls rushed over my body, drenching every ounce of my being.
I expected to get wet, but I didn’t think I would feel like I was standing in a cold shower with the water literally taking my breath away. Sure, the thin poncho they gave to everyone before boarding the Maid of the Mist was a hint, but it still didn’t prepare me for what was to come.