I like the graffiti. I find it interesting that someone can make words appear so appealing to the eye.
With some of these things I don't even know what they say, but they look neat.
It was a sunny day. It made me want a better camera.
It was hard to stay on track. LOL!
I kept railing against the notion that I did not belong there.
Then I went and found most of the geocaches my beloved Sister and Brother-in-law left for me. My favorite, in that it was annoying (trust me, I will get even), was one that had the instructions hidden in two tiny tubes, which were stuck in a Corn Syrup Bottle...except, SOMEONE had neglected to rinse out the corn syrup. Molasses might have been only slightly worse, and at least it wasn't on fire. I was fortunate I had thought to take a pocket knife with me...I cut the bottle open because the tubes would not come out...oh, and I should have taken some wipes. I am glad there wasn't more Corn Syrup! I might have been caught like a mastedon or a saber tooth tiger in a tar pit...I was even resorting to sucking it off my fingers so I would not goo-up my GPS... didn't work. Here I am in the bottom of the canal, Rosa Canal, returning to thetruck from a cache...I could have driven around, but there wasn't any water.
Oh, and the next cache appeared to be setup so I would break my neck...fortunately, I found what I was looking for before I did that. Turns out I was blaming things on them that weren't their fault. I thought I had to climb up a rock face...tured out it wasn't so bad...now, I still need to attempt the night time portion of it...