N Coordinates W Coordinates, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO THIS.
I have this terrible suspicion that I’m close to really throwing myself into geocaching. I’ve never even
been geocaching but just the same, I can’t shake this feeling that I’m on the brink of caching the shit out of everything I see. I mean, look: I’m stockpiling Altoid tins and golf pencils, there’s a topographical map in my car right now and let’s face it, all I know about topography is not to drive on the blue, and today at Safeway four kids lined up behind me in the condiment aisle because they all swore I was their camp counselor.
I don’t know, it’s just a feeling… but then again, this has happened before. How else do you explain my dalliance with badminton? The sixteen months I spent on our patio whittling what was
supposed to be a walking cane poignantly chronicling my life but what
turned out to be just a super skinny stick? The twenty-eight years I spent
learning how to crochet?
Maybe it’s not that bad. I don’t want to sound any alarms or anything, you don’t need to password protect your GPS units, I’m not out there like a TomTom werewolf. I just wish I knew which way to go, here. I can’t decide whether I should stage an emergency hobby intervention or whether I should just give in and run out to REI for my fanny pack.
