Geocaching

So I was at ECFE with Greta today trying to explain the exciting sport of Geocaching to a couple of women who totally just thought I was the biggest dork in the world. One actually said as much. (Thanks Elise.)
Elizabeth, Greta, Charles and I went out this weekend and found a few "caches" with some good friends Ryan, Allyn and Jennifer. Geocaching is basically hiking with a purpose. Albeit this purpose does require the use of GPS equipment; making the sport arguably nerdy.

[Although it is likely an incredible shock to the people who know me, I have to say that I am not the most athletic person in the world. Yes, looks can be deceiving. This is the perfect sport for me. I can walk, and that is the extent of the athleticism required for this activity I lovingly refer to as a serious competitive sport.]

OK, so here is how Geocaching works as I understand it. The "Gatekeeper" summons his minions to the (possibly!) magical cache found via a method similar to that of divining or extending the square beyond the two dimensions of our universe along the hypothetical Z axis. The "Key-master" finds the nonpareil treasure, stamps the official papyrus and rejoices mightily.

I am just not sure how that could be construed as being anything but macho, athletic, cool, (especially cool) and fun.

So Liz is getting me a handheld GPS for Christmas (seriously) along with some more dice for D&D and a Gandalf the Grey costume.

OK, so check out the Geocaching website and before you call me any more names, try it. It's actually really truly fun.