The time to get off the couch, out the door, and into the sunshine came (twice last week, but we were all at work or school) Sunday, when we donned hats, scarves, gloves, and heavy coats and slipped foot warmers into the boots and headed to Silver Sands State Park in Millford, Connecticut, for some geocaching fun.
The grassy dunes cradled tufts of snow
and the walkways were icy in spots, but the beach was clear.
Della walked Clyde, Adam navigated us to the caches using the GPS, and Alex made the actual discoveries. Along the way, we encountered one of our prehistoric brothers who had given up the ghost on this beach that was once a landfill that was once the site of many homes before Hurricane Diane handed it all back to its rightful owner in 1955. It's great Connecticut gave up on using this bit of shoreline and has even given up on turning its wetlands into parking lots. Now this land sodden with heavy metals and lets not think about what else is becoming a bird sanctuary, a nature preserve. Nature heals herself. We learn to tread lightly as a boardwalk of recycle lumber and the real stuff is put into place even on a Sunday in these tough economic times.
Because life must go on.
(And if Captain Kidd's treasure is out there on Charles Island, we'll walk on out and try to find it another day.)
My World Tuesday
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