"Hey, Sweetheart, can you imagine? We're traipsing through some of the same woods that Lord General Cornwallis and his armies traveled, battling not only the Continental Army, but the mosquitoes, snakes..."

"That's interes...hey! Look at that red mushroom! It's really pretty, but I'll bet it's poisonous. I'm going to get rid of it, just in case another cacher comes by with a curious dog."

"Ahem. As I was saying, Cornwallis and his armies...navigating their way using Indian landmarks by day and the stars at night."

"You're going the wrong way. You're using my etrex, which likes to bounce signal under tree cover. My older Maggie here points true, even under a heavy canopy."

"Speaking of tree cover...think about how you would have felt if you were an early settler. Trees, swamps, and vines all around you, and then you happen across a clearing like that one over there. Those weary settlers may have seen a spot like that and decided they were home. They'd put down roots..."

"Wow! Look at the roots on that downed tree, Baby! I'll bet there are eleventeen families of squirrels living there, and that hollow spot would be a great place to hide a cache! This isn't the place, though, because the coords are way off."

"Put down roots...the house would have been right there. And the barn, over there. They'd start with a few livestock and plant a few crops. A year or so later, the first child would be born. If they were lucky, that child would live to see his third birthday..."

"I know what I'd like for my birthday; a new PDA. My old one is okay for paperless caching, but every time I change the batteries, it crashes and I lose all my PQs and cache data. It would be nice to have one with a rechargable battery."

"...and if not, would have been buried in a small family plot. That's why you sometimes see 'pocket graveyards' around here. Medicine for treating an ailment we would consider mild today just wasn't available 200 years ago, and would be fatal."

"Hey, that reminds me. I need to log one of my TBs into the Travel Bug Graveyard when we get home; it came down with a terminal case of muggle-itis. But, before we go home, maybe we can hit that pocket park a few miles from here. Oh, turn right and cross that bridge just up the trail."

"This is the type of bridge that those settlers may have built to allow horses to pull their wagons across. Similar to the type of bridge that might have been built in WWII, so the troops could cross without fear of getting trench foot."

"Did you know that there's a cache in England called 'The Trenches'? It has heavy tree cover, too, and I'll bet the terrain is similar."

"Where in England?"

"Somewhere near High Wycombe, I think...there are tons of cool caches in and around that area. Even cooler are the caches around Yorktown, England."

"You're thinking of Yorkshire, England. Yorktown is in Virgina; it's where George Washington forced the surrender of General Cornwallis."

"Sheesh! Cornwallis again? Enough with the history lessons! Some people have a one-track mind!"

"Oh. Really."