My friend Michelle is teaching me to geocache.Mostly I join her on hikes, hunting around whenever she tells me that we're near the cache. Sort of the lazy girl's version of geocaching.
My sons have begged to go along, and today after school, Michelle and her daughter indulged them.
Along the way, we found a tree with tiny, ripe plums. Berg and I each brought home a pocket full. Just enough to make this tart.
Who doesn't love treasure?
