I went to work for a few hours and then went geocaching with my dog on the island.  There have been a bunch planted since I last downloaded them into my GPSr, so I just wrote them down on some paper (after decoding one of them with some kind of made-up bible code) and went.  I found the first one as it was hardly hidden, right under everyone's feet.  I didn't find any of the others, as one was 100 yards in the bay I think, one was in someone's living room (I think my unit is going wonky), and I got too mosquito-bitten and nervous walking around in the cemetary for one, as there are a crapload of people drinking 40s and giving me weird looks there.  I tromped around in the scrubland like a retard a lot today and didn't get much found.  But it was nice to do something regardless.  At least Freya had fun.  I need a new walking stick, I think.