Went geocaching this afternoon. Strangely, found out afterwards that the last cache I logged on the website was exactly one year ago today. Must be something about September weekends.

One of those deals where for the last half-mile or so you're wondering what the heck you've gotten yourself into. Seemingly nobody around for miles - if something happened (I dunno, wild dogs, fall in a hole, killed by drifters), they'd probably not find your body for years.

Then, as I'm walking along - just a little spooked, my cellphone rings, and it's my mom wanting to know if I wanted to go out for dinner since my grandma was in town. I had to explain that I was out-of-town, and couldn't make it - but didn't get into details about exactly where I was at the moment.

Modern life and technology sure are strange sometimes - there I was, in the middle of nowhere, taking a phone call that sounded exactly the same as it does at home.

Anyhow, found the cache, but no pencil to write in the log with though :( , made it out alive. Will try to remember to bring a walking stick to fend off wild dogs with next time (and a pen).