#102

While still a bit delirious from this nasty bug, C-man just couldn't stay cooped up with us sickies another day. So, off we slid and plodded and trekked our way to 102 geocaches. Sorry, Mom, but despite everyone pointing to me as the competitive one in the house, and even with a fever, Beerman wasn't about to get beaten in the race to 100.

Cache #100

Cache #102

The good news is I think Beerman's fever has finally broken. Mine broke late last night/early this morning, so maybe we'll be able to half enjoy Labor Day.