Going home - Sunday

Woke up and met my geo-friends for one last breakfast, after packing my stuff as best I could without having my car available to load it up.

After breakfast, walked down to the security gate to wait for the next shuttle to the campground for my car.  Finally got to go and then we drove back in a caravan.  Strange to be behind the wheel after a week!  Once back at camp, I was given permission to go back to the cabin area and I was able to load the car.  After that, I managed to find a broom and swept out the cabin from a week's accumulation of sand and dirt.  That took a while!

Left camp at about 10 a.m., and of course you know what I did next.  Did some geocaching in the area.  Had planned to get to West Branch to get gas but found a gas station before I got there, so chose a different route.

The best stop I made was at a cache that had a great high-banks view of the Rifle River.  I got there just as two bicyclers arrived.  We all admired the view, then they left and I started looking for the cache.  They came back and asked if I was geocaching.  We talked, and they were from Sweden, geocachers but without any local geocaching information.  They were staying with friends on the nearby lake and were bicycling around the lake.  Of course, I let them help me search and we all found the cache about the same time.  I passed along one of my travel bugs and they've taken it back to Sweden (saw the logs this morning.)  What a great geocaching memory and way to end my stay at MIC!

Took my time getting home, and did some other great caches - at BSA's Cole Canoe Base, and about six in the Alma area.  Stopped at the Big Boy in Alma for a chocolate shake, and got home about 6:30 p.m. to an empty house, except for Max.  Steve had been out all day with the Gold Wing group, and arrived home just before I was to step into the shower.  

Nice to be home!