I picked Ted up at around 7 AM. I figured I should drive - riding as a passenger with Ted on Friday the 13th would have been tempting fate a little too much! It was one of those anomalously warm 80 degree days in April, and the sun was shining as we headed for Martinsburg, where our first stop was the Visitor's Center, located in the historic home of famed Confederate femme fatale and spy Belle Boyd. The center wasn't open yet and so we walked through the town to find some other nearby geocaches. Let me tell you, the people walking around downtown Martinsburg are the ones who had no place else to go - the kind of folks who would have been rejected from "People of Walmart" for being to odd and rednecky. This was a good thing, actually, since it meant that the things we did as we searched for geocaches - crawling around on all fours, rummaging through bushes, and sticking our fingers inside birdhouses - didn't stand out as odd in any way. As an example of the people we ran into, while walking down the main street we saw a guy - maybe late 20's, with shoulder-length bright pink hair, walking with an elementary school-aged girl. His daughter? His child bride? His abductee? All of the above? We weren't sure.
I mentioned birdhouses; let me explain. Most of the caches we found were created by a geocacher named "WVTim". Usually, the challenge is just in finding the geocache - they're often very cleverly hidden in odd places. In contrast, many of Tim's caches are out in the open, often disguised as birdhouses. The fun of his geocaches is that you have to interact with them in some way to solve them. Heck, he's got his own Youtube channel about his geocaches. There were electronic caches - like the one where flipping up the false front of the birdhouse revealed a custom electronic trivia game - computer screen and all. Only once you answered all ten questions correctly would the logbook pop out of the cache. There was one that was a game like Simon, one where you had to stick a balloon into a hole on the side and inflate it to release the latch, and so on. All very cool and extremely clever. Apparently, geocaching is a form of tourism the area encourages - many of these caches are located at local businesses rather than the usual in-the-woods sorts of locales. I have to admit, as a form of economic boost for the local area, it works - we ate lunch at a local restaurant, and spent money at two of the local farm markets the caches took us to.
Of course, along the way we saw the evidence of all sorts of redneck West Virginia stereotypes. The "gentlemen's club" advertising midget tossing. The young woman heading into the quick mart open carrying a pistol in a cute pink holster. A pickup truck with the license plate "RDNKLIFE". The Confederate flags - which, incidentally, make no sense, since West Virginia was part of the Union. In fact, West Virginia was a part of Virginia that broke off to stay in the Union when the rest of Virginia seceded.
However, let me interrupt my snooty comments about about West Virginia to admit that in Virginia - even NOVA - we're not that distant from our "cousins" in West Virginia. The day after this trip, Valerie and I were drinking coffee outside our local Starbucks, right in downtown Falls Church. While Valerie talked to me about how nice a day it was - the warm sun, the breeze, the birds chirping - behind her I watched a guy, pistol protruding from the waistband of his shorts - cross the parking lot and go into the Starbucks. I bet he and the pink holster girl would have gotten along just fine.
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| Hanging with Ted |
Anyway, Ted and I had a good day. Most impressive was how well he had organized the whole outing. Ted can be a little bit of a space cadet, but he says nursing has really taught him how to prioritize and be efficient - and it really showed in how he had planned out this outing. A good day!
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