I was asked to help chaperone a beach camp for the young women of our church. In addition to providing general support, I was asked to give a little class on how to use a map and compass, as well as a session on Geocaching. Do they know me, or what?
So I set up a little mini-orienteering course, based on the one they had at the last Roughneck Rendezvous. We had teams of two or three with a competition to see which team could finish first.
Then we set off on a three-mile hike, with a couple of cache hunts thrown in for spice.
The first was the Ponto Beach cache, which was located right in front of a lifeguard tower. As we approached (all 18 of us) and started looking, the lifeguard came out and asked if we were geocaching. One of the girls said that we were, and asked if he knew where the cache was. He said that he didn’t, so we were on our own.
Not to worry, though, as it wasn’t long before one of the girls asked, “Is this it?” And, indeed, it was.
Before we left, we got the lifeguard to come out and join us. Those of you who enjoy finding mistakes in movies and TV shows might want to look carefully at this image.
We found another cache after this one, and I wish I had a picture to share. The sight of twelve girls looking for a micro cache in a 8′ x 10′ laundry room is one that I will never forget.
Near our campsite, a previous group had left the fruits of their labors for us to enjoy.
The work of a higher power was evident as well.