From Topsail, April 2011


This beauty hung from a tree that filled a salty, sandy little alley with divine perfume as we (unsuccessfully) searched for a geocache.  There's a fine line between geocaching and climbing up someone's nose, by the way.  Around Topsail, some folks will give you clues that all but tell you where to reach for the thing if they know you're geocaching.  Other folks will politely and pointedly wonder why the hell you are standing in their flowerbeds and performing cavity searches on the gnomes.   (The politely part is how you know you're South. Do the same around here (in the chilly North), and the guard dogs would be calling you lunch.)  Anyway, geocaching is a wonderful and strange hobby that puts me in new places that smell wonderful and have me looking closely at everything.   I love that.

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