When I'm finished replanting I'll tip toe quietly over to the Big Scary List and post about it, then tiptoe quietly back out before I get flamed for, oh I don't know, tiptoeing?
“We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about” ~ George Kingsley
You know what that means! On Saturday, Lockwench, Lisa Lisa, and yours truly packed Lockwench's car with boxing paraphnalia, Lockwench's trusty GPS, fried chicken for hungry treasure hunters and headed for the Mystery Gathering in Rhode Island. As some of you may know, Lockwench has recently relocated to Connecticut from upstate New York. I drove to her place near Hartford, we grabbed Lisa Lisa from her house a few blocks away and hit the road! Now rather than possibly commit a Letterboxing Faux Paux and risk incurring the wrath of anyone at all on the planet, the location of this event shall remain a mystery. I'll just say it was cold near the water. That will present you with a bit of a mental picture without giving anything away. It was a beautiful location and the weather was perfect, brisk and sunny with no wind to speak of unless you wandered too near the water, which of course we eventually did! Brrrrrrrr!
That's yours truly, Lockwench, and Lisa Lisa. There were a few familiar faces there, but most were attached to trail names I have seen on various lists over the years and never met.
First we hit Lockwench's place and I pounced on some of her great images that I didn't have. THEN...............it being totally dark outside, where else would we go but to the cemetery? I believe this was my first boxing done in complete darkness. We made our way through the headstones to the box. Very cool. Then we headed to the home of a local boxer who keeps a couple of boxes in his front yard. We peered at the windows and saw strips of light. They're home!! Exchanges all around! Pet the cats! Chat! Admiring of stamps from the gathering, some sword play, (yes, swordplay) and the passing on of a cootie. I was forced to do that!
Thus far the Boxing Broads have confined their adventures to Pennsylvania. A certain wooden picnic table in a certain state park bears the scars and Gettysburg may never be the same, especially a certain bus driver who shall remain nameless. The names and faces change from time to time but the goal remains the same......boxing, fun, good friends, good food, laughter, and more laughter. There's a lot of laughter. Really. A lot. All the time. The Swedish Egg Coffee flows freely and the table is always strewn with stamps, ink pads, various logbooks, and clues of nearby boxes.