We took a jaunt out to Cupids today to walk up Spectacle Head. On sober (well, semi-sober) reflection, it might have been a bit much for two still-slightly-sick people on a cold, windy day. As is the way with such things, we didn’t realize this until we were 75% up the hill and then there was just no way we were leaving without finding the geocache.
After we found this one, we decided that we might as well stagger across the field for another that was about half a kilometer away. So we hoofed it slowly from Spectacle Head to Speckled Head.
At least, some of us trudged. Some of us weren’t sick and pelted across like mad fools.
And then there was sitting and poking through the cache.
Rowan found mud. And bounced. And even swam after sticks. Which means, in Rowan terms, it was a very good day (despite jumping out of the picture frame and getting her ear tips visual lopped off. This apparently doesn’t bother her.)