More Weekend, Please

First of all, I don't usually post on the weekends, but I did yesterday, so scroll down to see the videos of my ice bucket thing.

Yesterday, James went home and I went home and read a little of my new book. I love this book! It has a preface by the ever-colorful Buffalo Bill, and Henry Inman also has a similar dramatic and often witty writing style that makes you smile as you read.

Anyway, I wanted to share a passage with you that I found interesting. It's about the word "cache."

"Caching" is from the French word meaning "to hide." The cache is made by digging a hole in the ground, somewhat in the shape of a jug, which is lined with dry sticks, grass, or anything else that will protect it's contents from the dampness of the earth... In caching, a great deal of skill is often required to leave no sign... To this end, the excavated earth is carried some distance and carefully concealed , or thrown into a stream....

"The place selected for a cache is usually some rolling point, sufficiently elevated to be secure from inundation. If it be well set with grass, a solid piece of turf is cut out large enough for its entrance. The turf is afterward laid back, and taking root, in a short time, no signs remain of its ever being molested. However, as every locality does not afford a turfy site, the camp-fire is sometimes built upon the place, or the animals are penned over it, which effectually destroys all traces.

"The word cache still lingers...if a man is out hunting and desires to secret himself from approaching game, he will say 'I am going to cache behind that rock, etc.'"  Or in Forrest's case, behind a tree. :)

Interesting, huh? Makes me think of a little bit of wordplay: The Cacher in the Rye. Lol.

Anyway, I've only read about 100 pages and already the information I've found has been very useful.

And, I'm running late, so gotta get going!