To the uninitiated, geocaching looks a lot like someone out for a walk:
I had loaded up five points nearby, but the first two were a bust. Things weren't looking good, but we had better luck with cache #3:
Geocaching, it turns out, is also thirsty work:
After that, we were on a hot streak, and found our next two caches:
I was happy to be out for a walk, and Henry was pretty excited about the whole thing, telling me repeatedly, "Dad, I really like geocaching!"
It was still pretty nice out when we got back home, so I was amenable when Henry wanted to take the hatchet out back to chop ice in the creek:
Even with the warmer weather on Saturday, the ice was still a good 3" thick. It took a lot of chopping for Henry to get this far on his canal:
Henry did fine on the ice--I was the one that managed to put my boot through the ice and soak it!