Today we hiked again near Cedar Mountain, and bushwhacked through acres of blackberry brambles and young maple trees. We climbed up rotten stumps and overgrown piles of logging slag. I ruined a pair of jeans.
All in the name of finding a geocache. A very sneaky, tough, geocache.
I was decidedly prickly after two hours of searching. Maybe not as prickly as the stalks and leaves of this Devil's Club, but close.
Hot and tired and prickly, but we found the cache.
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