It reminds me of running errands. In and out of the car, signing your name, and going on to the next place.

It reminds me of looking for an errant golf shot and landing of that golf ball. Only never being able to craft a shot out of the tall grass onto the green.

It reminds me of finding old toys at goodwill only to realize they mean nothing to me.

It reminds me of tee ball when we didn’t keep score and we just played for “fun” when it wasn’t fun not to keep score.

It reminds me of finding old baseball programs that I took to games and filled out the scorecard. Only to remember that the Steve Sax went 2-4 with a stolen base and then realizing that it really doesn’t matter.

Maybe I should be more caring and nostalgic. That could help. Maybe I should just lower my expectations. I really don’t know.

I love being out and I love seeing new places in the environment. I love scenery and meeting new people, but I can’t seem to understand geocaching, even with those likes that I have!

It’s not like running, or hiking, or video games, or toy trains, I get those things. I really just don’t get geocaching! I feel like I can’t have closure with it until I know what it is all about. I really didn’t have much fun when I was doing it. There wasn’t much skill involved, beyond the skill learned while searching for lost keys.

I plain out don’t get it.

To each his own, I wouldn’t ever put it down. I probably have activities in my life that people don’t get. But those people could probably understand what it is that I do. And if they didn’t, I would hope they would ask me in a search for understanding.

In that direction, can you please explain to me what it is that I am missing about geocaching?