The boys love geocaching. Love, love, love it. But, um, well, I haven't been up to solo-supervising a hunt for a bit. I must say, going off pavement is still refreshing, even at 39 weeks pregnant.
We crossed streams (and oh, how marvelous that felt on my feet!), found two caches and a travel bug, and then we um, found these. A swirling, writing mass about as big as Micah's head. It was a strange combination of fascinating and horrifying. Even my boys didn't dream of touching them. Definately something to look up together, don't you think?