Geocaching, BlogHer and Life at the Bottom of the Top

On Monday, the weather cleared long enough for us to go on a trek with our hiking club. Hadley was in her element and, as usual, led the pack.

Also guiding the troops was another sweet girl I’ve never met, whose mother looked like just stepped out of an ad for Backpacker magazine. She was garbed in full backcountry attire, including top-of-the-line hiking boots and GPS. Inwardly, I smirked and almost jokingly commented that we were merely on a 1-mile toddler hike and not a summit push to Everest. But I resisted because shockingly enough, not everyone appreciates my adorable brand of sarcasm.

A few minutes into the hike, I realized the GPS had a purpose besides just making her look like a dork: this woman was geocaching. Not familiar with the term? The basic idea is to have folks set up caches all over the world and share the locations of these caches on the Internet. GPS users can then use the location coordinates to find the caches (or treasures as we called them with the kids).

Before I knew it, Haddie, Bode and I left the group with this gal and were rifling through the woods, forging dried-up river beds and searching through hollowed-out trunks to find the hidden treasure. It made me shut right up and wish I was wearing my top-of-the-line hiking boots. Which I plan to do when we hook up with her again next week.

Just call me Dork Junior.

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Thanks for the congratulations I’ve received for making the Top 100 Mom Bloggers list. I’m not sure what that means but I was honored to numbered amongst so many reputable bloggers. Can’t find me on the list? I couldn’t, either. I squeaked in at #96. I’m just counting my blessings it wasn’t a competition for the Top 95 Mom Bloggers because well, we know what that would mean….

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Anyone up for a huge blogging party this summer? I would LOVE to attend BlogHer, the biggest and baddest excuse for bloggin’ mamas to finally meet and play!

Last year, I read all the fantastic commentaries of the event and was remorseful I hadn’t attended because of a little thing called birthing baby Bode.

This time around, it’s being held July 27-29 at Chicago’s Navy Pier, a giant fun-park with rides, attractions, theatres, shops, museum, fireworks, and restaurants.

So start saving now! And hopefully a whole bunch of us will be able to paint the town red. Or yellow, a reflection upon when a bunch of women-whose-bladders-have-been-weakened-from-giving-birth attempt the roller-coasters….

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