We all went out caching again, this time heading northerly. We found a tiny secluded cemetery near Milford with a cache, and another at a park/camp/rec-area kind of place. The cache was hidden a short bushwack in the woods, but the terrain was too rough for the wife and kids so I went it alone, which was fine since they spotted the playground and wanted to go there anyway. After the GPS finally decided where to point, I found the ammo box, but while it was making up its mind I walked right past it at least once, and also almost tripped over a young sleeping deer. It didn’t even wake up.