I returned to the Bosque a few weeks later to start work where I met Jim and Bev. It turned out that Bev and I like to read some of the same authors, we both enjoy jigsaw puzzles when the weather is bad outside, and all three of us are geocachers. Since our work schedules aren't exactly the same, we haven't always been able to cache together, but we do manage to find some days to get out in the field as a force of 2 or 3. Bev and I have gone to Albuquerque together a couple of times to shop, do doctor appointments, and grab a bite to eat and even a cache or two.
And a couple of times I've gone off caching with Jim when no one else was dumb enough to realize that his idea of hunting a cache meant a slightly scaled down version of the Bataan Death March (one morning Jim and I hiked 3 miles along what the early settlers called the Journey of Death portion of El Camino Real just to sign one cache and walk back.).
|Bev finds #37!|
On the ride home we stopped near Caballo Lake State Park to sign a slightly evil cache near yet another New Mexico historic marker. On the way back to I 25 we saw the perfect sign and just had to stop for the photo op. It seems to express our 6 months together on the road in New Mexico.