So team WagThatTAIL(s) went geocaching Tuesday morning with substitute pooch Shiloh having left Lindy in Tennessee. What we though would be a short jaunt, back in time to watch part of the inauguration, turned into our own version of Gilligan's Island. We took the long route to the first cache on our route by following Ziggy and not my knowledge of the chapparel (b/c my knowledge is not good enough to translate the map into paths I've walked). Not finding that one, we did quickly move on to caches 2 and 3 and found both of them. I was ready to head back then, but the 4th looked so close. And, as the crow flew, it probably was close. Getting there wasn't too bad (and we found it), it was the getting out. We knew Shiloh's house was only a mile away. It was just a really long mile (try more like 3) by the time we wound our way back through the trails I knew to get home. Too bad neither one of us brought our phones. We couldn't even call for a rescue. Thus, the quick 1 hour walk turned into a 3 hour walk. Shiloh needs better navigational skills . . . Soloflight, you work on that!
At least we did burn off many of the calories we consumed that day.