As a school teacher, I get the privilege to stay home with Levi during the summer. However, along with that privilege comes the job of entertainment liaison. In other words, I had to keep him busy and entertained or he would drive me crazy moaning he was bored. By the end of the last school year, I had been looking into doing some geocaching. Maybe you have never heard of geocaching. So a quick look at the geocaching website gives us this definition:
Geocaching is a real-world, outdoor treasure hunting game using GPS-enabled devices. Participants navigate to a specific set of GPS coordinates and then attempt to find the geocache (container) hidden at that location.
In other words, somebody decided to hide something somewhere that is legally accessible and entered the coordinates into a GPS, shared is on the Geocache website and voila, you can go try to find it and see what they hid.
Translation: hunting treasure for a 5-year-old.
Levi is infatuated with pirates thanks to Jake and the Neverland Pirates and Jack in Pirates of the Caribbean. He found the allure of treasure hunting to be something he was definitely down for. So Carrie made a Jolly Roger (pirate flag), Levi donned the eye patch and grabbed my compass. I jammed the flag into the spare tire wheel in the back of my truck and off we went to look for buried treasure (small tokens from a quarter machine in a store or a piece of paper to write you alias).
We first headed off to the Park in Cornersville where we both actually learned how this whole game worked. I learned that the directions are sometimes wonky and he learned it is pretty boring unless you actually find something (but don’t get to keep it unless you have something to replace it with). After a few minutes and some curious onlookers (called muggles) we found the box we were looking for.
In it Levi found a small matchbox car and so I left a dollar in the box, signed our alias (Triprolo and PirateKid), recorded our find on Geocache.com, put the box back and we were off for more treasure.
The next place led us to Mooresville Hwy where there was literally nowhere to park except for a busy highway and someone’s drive. So I parked at the end of the drive and walked in the direction according to our GPS and after a few minutes we were able to find our next “buried treasure.” It was a medicine bottle with a piece of paper to sign. Levi didn’t like that at all. We signed away and put it back and took off for our next concordance.
The GPS led us to Milky Way Farms where we searched and searched at the gate to no avail. We had no luck finding our treasure. By this time Levi was getting crazy hot and bored so we gave up the hunt and instead went on a hunt for air-conditioning and chicken nuggets at McDonalds.
And that ladies and gents was how we pirated our way around Cornersville (and Lynnville). I know I posted the pics on Facebook back when we did it and I am just now getting around to writing about it. However, we never went back for more treasure hunting. Levi wasn’t that excited about it after he realized it wasn’t what he thought it would be. But hey, the memories are there and there is way more booty to be found out in them thar hills of Tennessee.
So we be going again. Until then, Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrggh!!!!