By Jillian Manty | Observer Contributor
It all started with a push of a button. A simple download of an app.
My first “cache” was on a rainy spring night last year. My boyfriend, Luke, and I had just gotten out of work and decided to check out this new app I had downloaded. We opened it up and realized there was a cache hidden right down the road from us, so we took off and arrived at the Hannaford parking lot in Orange.
Upon arrival, my GPS said we were within 30 feet of the cache. We slid down the muddy embankment and found the cache in the base of the tree. Feeling a rush of excitement, we took the cache back to my car to open our find. There was a log book that we signed and neat knick-knacks inside. This was the beginning to our Geocache addiction.