I feel like a theme of this month has been my friend moving away, but tonight was our last “hang-out” night. We went to our favorite diner (sadly they did not have any of her favorite dessert) and talked until after closing.
Here’s a memory:
A couple of summers ago, my friend and I were hanging out one autumn-but-feels-like-summer evening (probably watching TLC or some sappy chick-flick). Somehow we got to talking about geocaching. I had just finished North of Beautiful, which has geocaching as a subplot. She shared with me the details of geocaching, and I was hooked. My sister came home, and as soon as she heard what geocaching was (really she heard global treasure hunt!), she wanted to go immediately. We searched the site and found a cache within walking distance from my house. We took a flashlight and a pencil (for the register) and headed out. It was a sneaky cache hidden in the parking spot cement “bumper”. At one point my sister was sprawled on the parking lot trying to wrangle the rod out of the “bumper”. After two trips back to my house for more supplies and most likely scaring the two police officers in the parking lot, we finally had success and added our names to the register!