I have to share the non-boxing day I had ;-)) This is all funny, and not a big source of frustration. I was coming home from the Table Rock gather, and had hoped to find a few traditionals on the way...

So we started out at the Carrick Creek Trail - there are several boxes there, some look to be within striking distance of my kids, who swore up and down they were ready for a hike. We get to the first box (the kids fighting the entire way), and Foxy Boy gets something in his eye, and has a total meltdown. He has finally "hit the wall" and when he hits the wall (it rarely happens) it's time to shut down. So I take them back, Foxy boy with red and crying eyes - the myriads of people we are meeting on the trail are staring at me trying to figure out why this big kid is so upset........ I stare off into the trees, the creek, anything, hoping they don't follow me to the parking lot and scribble down my license number to report to the authorities.

So I find there is what looks like a drive by on the road out. I drive to the location, pull in behind this truck. A man gets out of this truck, with a can of soda, walks over to this rock (that I'm suspecting might be important in finding this box) and sits down and stares - not at the amazing view, but at me. I sit for a minute, decide I don't want to be on the front page of the newspaper, and decide to leave.

Next driveby: It's on a trail that leads to some primative campsites (I think). I park, and I'm getting my stuff together, and reviewing the clues. Next to me a van pulls up, and a family of 6, dressed in their Sunday best (4 daughters and mom, all in dresses), get out and start *meandering* slowly down the trail........ I decide it's a sign...... and leave..............boxless.................

Yet another driveby: I pull in, and there are about 4 groups hanging out in the sun, admiring the views, near where I'm supposed to start looking. I don't even turn off the car, put it in reverse, and head home.

On the way home, I decide to stop at a rest stop where there's a box I've been meaning to get. I pull in, and leave the kids in the car, zip over and get the box. FINALLY - SUCCESS!!! As I'm putting stuff back in my backpack, a wrecker drives up, parks *directly* behind my car to hook up to a car that apparently is having mechanical difficulties (I should have warned him not to park next to me ;-)). I ease back to the car, and sit there, parked in, for 10 minutes while he's hooking up this car. Oh well, at least I got the box ;-))

Anyway, it just got to be funny how many ways that I could be foiled in letterboxing today. But we had a great gather, the weather was nice, and Baby Fox slept the whole way home ;-))

Mama Fox

Thanks for sharing. Our adventures in LB are rarely without some sort of unexpected events. Glad you persisted.

That's the story of my life! LOL

Funny how the only one you got was the one where the toilets are located! LOL

Moose Lady