Being well is really great. It means that your husband stops with the water intake interrogations. That you are once again allowed to clean your house. That you can hug your nieces and nephews. And oh yeah, that you can go geocaching.
Our first hunt led us to a bamboo forrest.
So treasureless, we left the bamboo behind and went to a new site.
And found things that we hoped to God were not the treasure.
Or far too ridiculously obvious and suburban.
But finally, eureka! Jenna found it in a moment of glorious triumph, causing our spirits to rally.
We decided to take the light stick.
And left an old watch in a magical egg in its stead.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't exactly proven to be magical, per se, but hey, it was really really shiny, which totally counts for something.
we noticed that our fearless canines were completely tuckered out.
After some prodding and cajoling, Strider finally stood up to walk back down the hill, but Arwen, at only 11 weeks, could still use some coddling.
And she didn't mind it in the least.
And so we walked out of the forrest, light stick in hand, quest for adventure sated.
And one final glimpse of Arwen says it better than I could ever say:
Cause after today, we are all spent.