Unless my parents dragged me there as a kid and I’ve blocked that out, this is the closest I have ever been to the Bunker Hill monument. Which is OK. History bores me. Thank you for that, Mr. McGillvary.
into the woods
Doug and I went for a geocache walk today. Geocaching is great because it gives a goal when you’re out walking around. Of course it’s also fun to finally find the box or whatever and peek through the stuff in there, and read what previous geocachers have written in the notebook that’s generally in the box as well.