And that would be why all (especially big ones) caches should be marked. That is a good story though.

They sell weatherproof stickers that say geocache on them. Most caches I have come across say geocache on them if they are ammo cans. And that story is a real eye opener.

7 more today. One was uphill from the car to the hide and then up hill from the hide to the car. How do they do that?

I would like to get about 8 more up in the Erie area Sunday, but I guess I will wait for the AM to check the weather before wake anyway

Tom is working today and the weather is going to suck tommorrow so hopefully Tuesday we will be able to get out.

Added one more today then the cold wind and rain drove us in. Does this make me a wimp?

No your not a wimp. Your smart enough to know when to stay out of the rain

Thanks, Mom would be so proud. Yesterday I went to one called "Flume slide. A small park in a small village with a pond. On one end of the pond is the flume with the water cascading down feeding a stream. Just beautiful. Unfortunately I thought Roz had the camera and she thought I had it and the dogs wanted a treat. No picturers. Maybe next weekend when Roz has to work I'll go back and get some pictures then post them.

Here is the Flume. Will be better when everything turns green.

More.

Yesterday, I found myself in a county park on the northeastern shore of Lake Winnebago. The coordinates were about to send me to the top of a ski hill. I'm not a skier so I was surprised at how steep this hill was.
I decided to leave the camera and binoculars in the car. Now remember I have had a series of heart attacks and the lungs are scarred up from pneumonia so I wanted to carry the least amount as possible.

Up I went and up I went and up I went some more. Almost at the top I was watching the GPS. I thought well its over there near that dead tree. The tree was only about 20 feet away. As I looked up the tree was broken off about 15 feet up, And there stood a magnificent bird. At first I thought it was an eagle but it had a bright red head. I think the bird was as surprised as I was. We just looked at each other. Of course the camera was half a mile down the hill in the car. Then by the time I dug out the camera phone the bird took off. I was so close I could heart the air move through its feathers. It flew only a few feet over my head caught an air current and was gone. I just stood there in awe. I knew I was going to like this sport.

When I got home I did some research and found what I saw was not an eagle but a turkey vulture.

Glad to see your having a good time with your new hobby . Be careful though !
Those things get huge , I seen a lot of them when I lived in Oregon as a kid.
Some can get a wing span of 6 feet or more .

This was a full grown adult. Up here they are very rare. That's why I didn't know what it was. Glad it didn't carry me off to parts unknown.

I shot one with my BB gun from about 10 feet and it just sat there and stared at me , like he was gunna have a piece of my a$$ , it must of stood 3 feet high .
Ugly SOB too !
And it was a piss poor BB gun too

This is why I stay in the city most of the time. I surprise myself every now and then and enjoy the country but I would rather deal with the animals in town than the stuff you come across in the bush.

Oh Dizzy,I am going to disagree with you on this-most of the animals in the woods don't kill you,not with a knife or gun. Now the animals in cities will.

Dizzy wont go bushwalking because shes afraid of the bunyip
All her Cobbers will have to COOEE for her

The bunyips live down south. No need to cooee for me, I`m not going bush alone.
When we were travelling up here we stopped for a few days at a little place called Bowen and drove to the beach on the other side of the headland. Parked the car and started walking across the dunes and Mark pointed out the sign warning of crocs in the area....then scared the hell out of me by pretending a big log was a croc. I`d never realised the horrible things were near towns and beaches...I thought they all lived in rivers and water holes.
I`d rather take my chances against a knife than a croc Ann.

Or the joys of a city sewer rat