SuperPizzaBoy opted to stay with his Mom today instead of going back to Western Hills to feed the chiggers and ticks and look for geocaches. So I went alone, found a few caches, talked to a few people and then leave. I talked to quite a few people smarter than I am (that is true most days of my life). I learned all about why adjusted benchmarks are much more accurate than scaled ones. I also learned about the centroid and how it just cannot be explained to people who don’t already know what it is. (huh?)

Anyway I had a lot of fun but I was getting real antsy so I left early.

One of the caches I found was labelled “fuzzy” It was referring to a fake tarantula used in the cache. But I found the fuzzy a few inches away.

I went to Tahlequah, the Cherokee Nation Capital, and went cemetery geocaching. I love old cemeteries. These were old cemeteries from before Oklahoma Statehood. I don’t feel nervous or spooked at all, even at night. I think that the dead rest peacefully. I just wonder about the stories behind the graves. (beneath the graves?) These cemeteries had tall grass, brush, and weeds. Lots of graves totally hidden away, some had flowers on them though.

Lots of graves of young babies, children, and young mothers. Life was rough back in the good old days.

Anyway, I made it home midafternoon. SPB and I ran a few errands and I did some chores. I sat down and watched the Dallas Cowboys lose to the Arizona Cardinals. Almost ruined a perfect day.