Double checking his GPS coordinates, my husband Robert crawls behind a bush and peers under the rim of a transformer box. We are off the pathway and drawing unwanted attention. The nearby museums and zoo are popular tourist destinations and the area is swarming with “muggles” (geocachers term for nosey non-geocachers). Out-of-towners wearing flip flops and toting cameras, cast curious glances our way. We try to appear inconspicuous, but it isn’t working, especially when Robert suddenly shouts, “Found it!” and pulls a small matchbook case from under the transformer box. Normally, a grown man crawling through the bushes is cause for alarm, but there is nothing to be worried about today. We are geocaching.