Saturday, June 18, 2022

Fairweather

Howdy from Houston, y’all!

In January or February of this year (maybe earlier?), my then-girlfriend, HeyThereDlilah, started making plans to have us visit her family’s ranch in Big Sky Country. I was excited and intrigued.

The first thing I did was to see how far away we’d be from Montana’s oldest active geocache. Less than a two-hour drive?! Must. Make. It. Happen. The second thing I did was start planning my proposal. As a special place for her, the ranch would have been the perfect setting.

Well, I "went off script," and we got engaged in April. But our plans to come to Montana remained unchanged.

We left the ranch at 10:00 AM. We had fun on the drive with a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure book about Yetis. Though in Sasquatch country, not the Himalayas, the book set the tone for our cache hunting. Not necessarily because of the mythical ape beasts (despite my size and hairiness). Much like CYOA characters, we found several dead ends and impassable obstacles: barbed-wire fences, deep, stagnant water, and more than a few deeply rutted dirt roads. Us city folk aren’t used to navigating without cell service! Ultimately, we made the find, signed the log, and rifled through the contents. We grabbed two trackables to move along, perhaps home to Texas.

Great fun! Great adventure! Another oldest cache checked off my bucket list! +1 💚

Thank you, river runner. God bless! 2 Corinthians 5:21

~ myrthman, AKA NtN065
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