Treasure is in the Eye of The Beholder

The great yellow detector of  riches.

Last year my husband and I stumbled upon a new hobby. Metal Detecting... It all started because he had a old cheap detector that we wanted to play with, but it didn't want to be played with. SOOOO my super awesome husband found a nice new one, and the treasure hunting began!




We live in a turn of the century farmhouse, so we set out to find a coffee can full of money in the back yard. Hours were spent wandering around our property, and many many holes were dug. We haven't found a coffee can yet, but we found other treasures!

Before we get to the moral of this post, let me tell you about the first time we took our new toy to the beach. We combed that beach with gusto. We dug up a bottle cap, an old pop can tab, an old looking nail that I swore had to have been from an old shipwreck, a piece of wire, among other things. Along the way we acquired a group of children who were watching us on our treasure hunting adventure. With our audience of children we got a good signal and starting digging. After all the time we had spent detecting and the zillions of holes we had dug, we finally pulled something of monetary value out of that hole... A PENNY! We jumped around celebrating like crazy people. Our audience wondered why these crazy people were so happy about a penny. See where this is going?

Our bounty from that day.
We found a dime on the way back to the car!

Most times you see a penny on the ground, you pick it up (or you don't) and its just a penny, no big deal, but we put a lot of time and energy into this particular penny. The penny itself wasn't what was valuable.  The time and energy we spent together finding it is what made it treasure. The memory of that moment is treasure.

All the coins we have found treasure hunting so far.

Hubby's detector and the hand held detector he got from his father.