On the way

We were headed to Frederick, Maryland to see a percussion competition. The sun was shining and the snow was melting. We didn't have a whole lot of time and weren't really in the mood to get super muddy so we concentrated on two relatively simple drive-bys. The first was Slick Kitty's box that was just a little looney. And the second introduced us to a troll guarding a very cool covered bridge in the Thurmont area. I don't know about the rest of my gang but the outing sure gave me Spring fever!

It's a Bird, It's a Plane

The past two Thanksgivings we stayed with friends who live in NYC. During our brief visits we tried unsuccessfully to find three different boxes. NYC wasn't looking good for us and our muggle hosts were becoming skeptical. Fordham was closed for the holiday therefore making Peter the Fisherman unattainable, but Poor Clark Kent was only about a block and a half from our friends' home, so it should have been simple, right?! The clues said to look in and under. We looked and looked but all we could find was a strange white x877 magnet in the most likely spot. I emailed MissMoon about it. She said she thought that maybe her stamp was taken by a geocacher and replaced with the magnet. Anyway, she ended up replacing her stamp and alas, we were able to finally get our image. But a message had been left behind, presumably by the owner of the strange white x877 magnet.


Now if I can only figure out why Spook Central eluded us...

Letterboxing on Facebook

It is funny, this letterboxing thing, because it is a hobby that I quite enjoy and spend lots of time doing (less now than I did) but very, very few of my friends know that I do it. In fact, I'd venture to say that very few of my friends have even heard of it. I can't quite explain why it is but I kind of like keeping the two worlds separate. Perhaps because it seems special that way, and not something that then becomes competitive or overrun or ...? Anyway, I wanted to check out the letterboxing stuff on Facebook but I didn't want to join any of those groups under my real name because then it might give my secret away. So I created a Facebook account for my alter ego, Royal Fish. I even uploaded a profile picture of my "school" (of fish - get it?!) and me letterboxing. If you find yourself on Facebook, stop by my Royal Fish page and say hello. I'd love to hear from you!

Stone Crest

It was a beautiful winter day and we wanted to get outside. We headed over to Stone Crest and I decided to plant a temporary letterbox. Although it was always booked, the B&B needed to expand to make a profit but between the township dragging their feet on approvals, the economy going sour, and the banks calling their loans, this establishment had to pack it in. Anyway, the walk was lovely albeit short. Perfect for a cold, clear winter day.

A Gorey Forest

I was so excited to take the group to the Gorey Forest. Cubed and I had been there months ago but had run out of time. I knew it was a nice location and The Button could join us. I thought the group would enjoy it. We set out to find a Very Gorey Letterbox but were unsuccessful. We knew we were in the right place, though because from there the Epiplectic Bicycle was just steps away.
From there we continued on, taking in some beautiful sights of Yarmouthport and set about finding a Midsummer's Eve. We struggled and struggled, counted and recounted, traced and retraced. We even gave up but then went back. Just when we were about to give up again, Hydeez Mom came up with the goods!

On our way back out of the forest, we stopped by to check on a mystery. We again struggled to find the second box and since the natives were getting restless I decided to call it a day and head out.

On the way out of town we drove past the Edward Gorey House and made a mental note to take the tour next time around.

Rock (n Roll) no More

After our "encounter" we headed over the Doane Rock to check on my Rock (n Roll) box. As I feared, it was missing. Bummer, too, since I thought it was a pretty good hiding spot.

First Encounter

It was Thanksgiving at the Cape and I have such a fondness for the Beach Plum box. The Caped Coder, Mip, Hydeez Mom, Eman, TNT, Hot Lava and I, along with a few noxers headed to First Encounter Beach. It was extremely windy and cold but quite a fun outing after being cooped up eating turkey for days due to the wicked rain storm.

It is really cool to consider the history in this spot. This beach, aptly named First Encounter Beach, was the spot where Myles Standish and crew first encountered the native Americans. Unfortunately, it was a hostile encounter.
We were unable to find the box. Truthfully, we didn't look too hard because of the heavy wind and cold. But we've found it in the past and it is one of my favorites.