The epic journey began with a simple quest. We needed a shuttlecock. After a few quick giggles over the term shuttlecock the mission began. The first stop was the hardware store, the guy in the Hooters shirt, sweating profusely, suggested the local market. "Two blocks on the right. Veer left…" Sounded simple enough. "Then you'll hit the sunny stretch." He wasn't lying. Molly sweated her way through her dress a quarter of the way there, only to find out that The Market did not in fact have shuttlecocks. Valerie, a Three Forks local, overhead our predicament and wanted to help. "I think I might have one at home…No, no we gave that away." Our hopes had been lifted, momentarily. Heading back to the Sac, shuttlecock-less, Molly began sweating through the remaining three quarters of her dress, when, Valerie, feeling bad she couldn't help us, pulled over and offered us a ride (after she made her small child move to make room for us). Though the mission was not a success, we were able to make Geotravel a verb. Yup, we Geotraveled.