A growing group of geocachers on California's Central Coast has gathered a few times this year to meet and greet. In August, we met to select a name for our tribe and, after a quick vote between bites of pizza, came up with Central Coast Cachers (or C3). But it seems another crew quite well established and much further north had already claimed a name too similar to what we thought had been so unique!

It was an off-the-cuff remark by my husband, who I call Reluctant Observer, that led us down the slippery slope to our tongue-in-cheek name. While he doesn't participate in caching much (he DID help place Rock 'n' Roll, our most difficult hide) he has worn the badge that comes with caching here: patches of poison oak. But the poor guy didn't get it from the bushes, he got it from his wife and children who wander through the stuff fairly regularly.

In our area, if you're in the forest, you're amidst poison oak. There's just about no avoiding it. It grows in the mountains, in the dunes, near lakes, streams and even in backyards. EW!

When it came time to vote at our most recent picnic cache event, our family of four opted for other titles. I, for one, figured "Poison Oak Cachers" didn't have a prayer. My 4-year-old daughter and most avid geocaching partner already has a mind of her own and voted neither for POC nor her mommy's "second choice."

So, I was among those quite surprised to learn Poison Oak Cachers was the runaway winner in our little corner of democracy.

Now...for the logo...so many ideas...so little graphics software.