Geocaching Mount Capulin

One of the problems with geocaching in this part of the world is the lack of phone signal. Right now I’m using my smartphone to geocache. I could have brought my GPS unit but that wasn’t the focus of this particular trip. The focus was my mom and I didn’t want to lose focus, even if I did spend a day on Capulin.

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Sign of a geocache?

There are four geocaches around Capulin. I thank most earnestly the lovely and dedicated geocachers who hid the caches in this remote part of the country.

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Pile o’ rocks

I’m usually afraid of legless creatures in these kind of geocaching areas. Thank heavens we found a cache and not a snake!

 

 

Historic Texas: Jesse James

Legend has it that Jesse James died and was buried in Granbury, Texas, at the advanced age of 103.

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Who’s in the grave?

In any case, there’s a cache here!

They don’t come much softer than me!

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Stolen off the web…

My Walking Challenge for 2017

I joined to walk 1000 miles in 2016. I’m hoping to make it to 1500 by December 31st because on January 1st I begin my new walking challenge.

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Walk 1000 miles in 2017!

Walking Granbury

Walking Granbury was just a bad idea. It was forecast to be over 100 degrees for each day of the weekend. I had recently been diagnosed with shingles. My husband was unable to accompany us because of a sick cat. But I wanted something fun. School had just started and I already needed a break.

When we arrived, we checked into the hotel. We left the hotel lobby to move our car and it wouldn’t start. As it turns out, the battery was dead. Dealing with the dead battery, we missed the evening walk.

The next day, I determined, was going to be different. We walked the historic Granbury walk after listening to some morning griping from other walkers at the hotel. After a well-earned rest, we visited our favorite restaurant, Babe’s, where I had some of the best catfish I’ve ever had at a restaurant. That evening, Sweetie and I went on the Granbury Ghost Tour, a fun tour for the spooky-minded.

The next day, we visited the Lake Granbury Beach (although I wasn’t allowed into the water–shingles are really contagious!) then visited some geocaches.

I’ll be returning. I like the area.

Walking Mount Capulin

I was on a mission.

The last time I had visited Mount Capulin, I was unprepared. I didn’t eat breakfast. I hadn’t been walking much. I brought my mother who had been experiencing heart problems. I was not ready and I was unable to walk the rim or the crater. I was starving. (I’d forgotten that there was little fast food or even convenience food in this corner of the state.) I was out of breath from the change in altitude. I was out of shape.

This time I was prepared. We’d stopped off at the Subway in Clayton and picked up some sandwiches after eating a hearty breakfast. I have been walking 10ks for almost a year. I left my mom at home. I’d brought a hat and sunblock. We had a full jug of water. We brought snacks. We were regular volksmarchers and we had the volksmarching instructions for the Mount Capulin Walk.

When Sweetie and I first arrived at the Visitor’s Center, we were annoyed to discover that the volcano was closed. Then we learned the utterly cool reason: there had been a landslide. The rangers were clearing the road of the debris. We opted to begin with the vent trail then tackle the rest of the trail if/when the roads were cleared.

It was too much for Sweetie. After hiking the rim, he was unable to walk the crater. I went down by myself. I felt triumphant: Sweetie is 14 years younger than I and I’d outwalked him and I’d walked Capulin.

Yay, me!

 

 

Rose-Dango Walk

Sweetieheart and I experienced our most fragrant walk ever in May at McKinney’s Rose-Dango Blooms Celebration.

We passed through several rose gardens and around several ponds. We walked through Texas prairies and woodlands. Flowers were blooming, birds called their mates, butterflies breezed by, insects and frogs buzzed and thrummed, and the breezes stirred the tall grasses.

Even if there’s no walk, Sweetieheart and I will go to next year’s Rose-Dango.

Geocaching Event: SWAG Retreat from the Heat

I’m hosting a geocaching social event!

SWAG (South West Arlington Geocachers) is headed by my friend Donna, TexasDiva, who I first met in college. It’s strange where life takes us. I only knew Donna by sight because we lived in the same dorm for a year, then she graduated and I spend the next three years working on graduating.

Many years later (okay, decades later!), I discovered geocaching and I learned about geocaching social events. I dragged my husband to our first event in Arlington. On the other side of the room, I saw someone who looked very, very vaguely familiar. I asked a neighbor who she was and I was told that she was TexasDiva. No one could remember her real name.

She stood up to introduce herself and the rest of the SWAGgers. I recognized the name…. but from where? After the event, I made my way to her and asked her where I knew her from. She confirmed that we’d gone to the same college. Later we realized we’d lived in the same dorm.

Since then, SWAG has really grown. I don’t often make it over to their events because I work in Carrollton and they meet on Wednesdays in Arlington, a geographically difficult trip to make in a timely and safe manner. I try to make at least one event each summer with another event some time of the year.

This year I’ll be hosting an event.

Where? The No Frills Grill in Arlington, TX

When? June 29th from 5:30-8PM

What can I expect? To meet a lot of friendly geocachers

Event Information: SWAG Retreat from the Heat

The Brave Little Cacher

2016 marks the 2nd annual North Texas Teen Book Festival. Over 8000 teens attended and I volunteered.

My volunteer badge

LaGeek volunteers!

After the festivities, not wanting to face the long lines of traffic, I went geocaching. Sure enough, there were two caches in the general area within walking distance. One, however, warned of construction issues which could prevent locating the cache. The other was 1/4 of a mile away but on the other side of a creek.

I ended up walking in some mud. I deserved it. I took a “short cut” which probably added on an extra quarter-mile. On the other side of the bridge across the creek was a hotel. Next to the hotel ran the creek and a walking trail which was clearly under construction. Bulldozers and piles of mud are big clues.

The cache was obviously located on the other side of the hotel, next to the trail. A nice big oak seemed to mark the location. A convenient set of steps marked a dry way to get to the walking trail from the hotel. At the top of the steps, though, was an obstacle: a headless snake, long enough to stretch across the top step.

I am scared of snakes. I am paranoid of snakes. I know they want to attack me. My biggest fear is that what happened o a friend of mine will happen to me: she had a rattler drop out of a pecan tree and onto her while she was visiting her mother in Weatherford, TX. That’s right. In Texas, snakes fall from the sky!

My first thought was to abandon the cache entirely. My second, and braver, thought was to find a different way down to the trail and up to the tree. So I did.

My shoes were already muddy so it didn’t really matter that I left the paved trail. Then I approached the tree and realized that maybe snakes travel in pairs. Or maybe it was a Mama Snake and her babies were hanging around the roots of a certain oak tree I was heading towards.

The closer I got to the tree, the more paranoid I got. I checked the trail for more snake signs/bodies. I checked the tree for possible snakes up in the branches. I circled the tree carefully, making as much noise as possible. I even turned up my music on my phone to extra loud to make sure any snake in the area knew I was around so it should go away.

I spotted the cache in a knot in the tree. Under normal circumstances, I’d have sent Sweetieheart to go pick up the cache while I stayed safely away from any snakes. Sweetieheart, though, was at home doing homework. It was all up to me.

I thought about giving up the cache. After all, I didn’t need to find it right now. I could bring Sweetieheart by later and he could get the cache while I kept a watch out for any snakes. No, that was not the solution.

So I talked to myself. Over and over again, I repeated “I think I can. I think I can,” while scanning the ground, tree roots, and area for slithering critters.

Make no mistake. I was not whispering these words. I was almost talking out loud because noise scares away snakes. (If you know any differently, DO NOT LET ME KNOW. It works for me!)

I made the grab, signed the log, and replaced the cache.

That’s right. I’m the little cacher who could.

I manned a line for Ruta Sepetys, a popular teen author.

LaGeek and her Authors

 

 

Dallas White Rock Lake Trail

2016 has been a rough year on Sweetie and me. The weather has been perfect for growing allergies leading us both to some bad bouts with sinusitis. Most of our walking has been indoors at Grapevine Mills Mall. One fine weekend, though, we risked headaches, sneezing, and wheezing to walk along White Rock Lake.

Bikers, joggers, and strollers all share the trail around White Rock Lake.

It was a beautiful day, drawing out the bikers, strollers, skaters, runners, dog walker, and joggers. The ducks were active on the lake with a nice breeze coming up from the south.

Duck on the lake.

Spring had begun blooming.

Someone planted this flower!

Most people paid attention to the signs. (I always read the signs, even if I don’t always follow them.)

Follow the rules of the trail!

In the 20+ years I have lived in Dallas, this was the first time I’d ever been to this end of White Rock Lake. Sweetie and I spent some time admiring the rush of water from the recent spring rains.

Just like on the news, the falls are wonderful to watch

I hadn’t even realized that there were more than one set of falls! Nor had I known that there had been a fish hatchery in this area.

The second set of waterfalls.

I really like this bike fix-it station.

The bike fix-it station was totally cool, especially with the tools and air pumps!

This is the quiet side of the falls.

Bird calls abound.

I ended up learning quite a bit on this 10k walk.

My 2016 resolution: walk all around White Rock Lake!