BORING

Other than attending the O' Letterboxing Tree gathering in Massachusetts last December with Mushroom, her DH and Ed, a trip to North Carolina with Suzanne to the Movie Madness gathering the last weekend in January and three new urban boxes with Donna here in the city last week, this cranky letterboxing hedgehog has been hibernating deeply all winter long. Seriously hibernating. And I bite so don't wake me up yet.

Growl.

Five Hours Has Gotten Shorter?

One thing driving across the country twice has done is to make driving 5 hours to a gathering seem much more doable now. Unless it was a really big and special event, three hours has been kind of my cut off point.

But there's a gathering this Saturday in Saco, Maine that is looking more and more interesting.

We'll see how I feel around 4am Saturday morning. And how cheaply I can spend one night before drving home.

It's good to be retired.

You Can't Walk On The Keyboard

Not being able to walk on the keyboard is a concept that my cat Mikey just doesn't grasp, bless his little furry heart. He gets very frustrated when the laptop is in one of his favorite spots...my lap. I have finally managed to get him at least temporarily settled beside me rather than on me. We'll see how long this lasts.

I'm still in the recovery stage of my return home and I seem to have caught a cold somewhere on the trek from Georgia to New York. I can't remember the last time I had a cold.

On Monday of last week I was walking on Driftwood Beach on Jekyll Island, located just off the coast of Georgia. Jekyll Island is easily reachable by car and is a wonderfully low key place on which to wander and relax. There are lovely uncrowded beaches, small shops and several different places to stay if you don't want to travel to and from the island. It has a long, interesting, and diverse history and is, I think, a really wonderful and inexpensive place to spend a vacation. I don't think most people think of Georgia as a place to travel to but I'd go back there again just to stay on the island for a week. I found it to be very, very nice. You can take along a bike or rent one there and never get back into your car. The roads are smooth, flat and made for bike riding. But be sure and gas up that car before going since there is no fuel supply on the island.

I have no desire to get in the car, letterbox, or do anything else that requires more effort than walking to the corner deli for a bagel with cream cheese, which I think I'll do right now.

Home Again, Home Again

I arrived home from my cross country trek on November 24. I have been posting on facebook so rather than repeat myelf, have refrained from posting anything here. I may put up a few thoughts and a couple of my favorite photos at some point. I did some boxing but not anywhere near what some people would have done. But it was enough for me.

Always Have a Back Up

We are having a wonderful Indian Summer this year. Although some days have been rainy and a little gloomy, we have had many absolutely stunning fall days full of sunshine and warm temperatures. I was near Catskill, New York today and the drive is almost too distracting. You want to look at all the golden trees instead of watching the road!

I had a nice hike, not terribly long but enough to get some exercise and find five great boxes. A nearby treasure eluded me. Then I headed south to Poughkeepsie and snagged one more before heading home. When I got back in the car after getting a much needed cup of coffee, I turned the key and heard this awful buzzing noise. After a few seconds of slight panic, thinking something weird was happening with the car, I realized it was my GPS, Old Faithful, screen black and emitting this oboxious noise. It would NOT stop. I had to put it in the trunk and wrap a towel around it. I could still hear it until I started the engine again and started driving. THIS is why I keep a back-up GPS in the car. I knew Old Faithful was nearing the end of it's long life and I am always someplace I have never been before, with NO idea how to get back to a major highway. I am map challenged. Can't read 'em, don't like 'em. I am completly addicted to being electronically led by the hand and am not ashamed to admit it.