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2023-02-26T17:12:00.002-08:00

Hello, my friends. I have to share: Just when I thought posting to this humble blog was questionable, I got a comment from a sweet soul that made it all worth it. Shout-out to Team Awesome Pants and your uplifting and motivating message - I can't thank you enough! I received it when we were actually out boxing - can you believe that??

Samsonite and I were on a mental health excursion to Port Townsend last weekend, and boy, did we have a blast! We snuck in long-overdue visits to Port Gamble and Poulsbo, as well. The weekend prior, Chuck and I headed to The Dalles, but there are scant boxes in that area, and they are mostly my own, so not a lot of boxing was possible. If you want to plant somewhere cool, think about the Columbia Gorge! I promise I will come to find them!

We only found 1 box on the two trips. But phone pix are treasures, too. I hope they brighten your day.

I wish you were here!

What a couple of goobers! In Port Townsend.
Samsonite looks so cute in this!

Me pretending to be a photographer.

In Port Gamble, we stopped at the Mercantile -
if you have not been there, it is definitely worth a visit.

Haha! Yeah, it was cold, so I bought a hat :P

On the hunt, but no luck.
Oh well - trying is half the fun!

Samsonite and I stayed in Sequim, and our hotel was excellent. This scene
was between the hotel and the Black Bear Diner (pretty fancy for a diner!)
However, a youth ball tourney was nearby, and the families stayed in our hotel.
You gotta know there was a LOT of running the halls until the wee hours!

A charming coffee shop in Port Townsend.
We also found the best bead shop ever that
featured the exact necklace I was looking for - Score!

Yep - it was raining.

Mood.

This is where we were when I read the message from
Team Awesome Pants. It totally redeemed not finding the box.

A fabulous sunset in the rearview -
The Dalles, OR

Antique architecture in Hood River -
Obimaster and I stopped to walk around for a bit.
How lovely - look at that blue sky!

A view of Mt. Adams in Hood River, OR

Arriving at our hotel in The Dalles :)

Oh yeah! Mexican food (drinks?) is always on point!

Selfie on the Columbia

Back in Aberdeen.
It is not often that I do a walkabout in town, but we were
waiting for the car to get serviced. Something about this scene
captured my imagination. Classic and kinda timeless.

On the road back home.
Until next time ...

W is for ...

2023-02-06T12:45:00.004-08:00

Winter.

Gray. Wet. Chilly. That about sums it up.

But it is not snowy here, and for that, I am grateful. It does put a damper (no pun intended) on getting out on the trail to beat the bushes for boxes; perhaps I am just too old and whiney to brave the cold wet like I used to. I prefer staying inside, cooking comforting soup, enjoying the fireplace, and reading a book. And no, I have not carved anything for quite a while. Hopefully, after last week's events, that will be rectified!

Work.

I am now working 30 hours a week as a mental health therapist. But the good news is that I love my job! And I love the people I work with. I feel very fortunate to have the opportunity. No, it is not all glitter and unicorns, but I think I am where I am supposed to be. And that, my friends, is a good feeling. It's been a long time coming.

Withdrawal.

Since I am now working, I felt I needed to acquire a bit more knowledge (read: confidence) in individual counseling to provide the best care for my clients. Toward that effort, I enrolled in an 18-credit university program that would have earned me a certificate in professional counseling (it would have taken me a year and a quarter to complete). All sounds great, right? I was more than willing to put in the work and give up fun stuff to make that a reality. Unfortunately, the workload was unexpectedly overwhelming and coincided with my client load filling up at work, so I had no time during my workday to catch up on reading for class.

Further, it was different from other programs I have been in: It involved considerable research, writing, and discussion board posting multiple times per week (9 postings, to be exact, in addition to 3 papers due throughout the term). Moreover, each class was eight weeks, with the next course starting immediately after that, with no break week between - that's insane! I was in the program for 4 weeks and had no time for anything other than schoolwork. It was restful to go to work!

The realization started slowly - "gosh, maybe I could just take the courses I need, not the entire certificate ..." Then it was, "how am I gonna make this work?" Eventually, it became, "I am drowning - I gotta get outta this." So, I made the hard decision to withdraw. Quitting is not something I do regularly, so it hit me hard. I have convinced myself that I am not a failure, but it was clearly not the right fit.

Mistakes happen, to be sure, and making this kind of mistake was a bit pricey, but at least I have my sanity. There are other ways to gain knowledge and confidence than putting myself (and my family) through a meat grinder. I have already made moves to find another, more suitable alternative. *fingers crossed*

Wellness

The overwhelming burden was lifted immediately. It took me a couple of days to unwind and actually relax enough to sleep. And the muscle ache in my neck and shoulders is gradually improving. The first thing I wanted to do was head out for an impromptu road trip with my beloved - it was glorious.

I am almost back to my old self - Samsonite and I planned another quickie trip to Port Townsend in a couple of weeks just for fun. I was very worried about our upcoming trip to the south in a couple of months; getting schoolwork done during our visit would have been nearly impossible. Now I can spend quality time with loved ones while we are there rather than holed up in the hotel room writing about things that will never matter after they are graded.

I have heard it said that when you say 'yes' to one thing, you say 'no' to another. It is mostly true, as I have usually made things work by stretching and juggling. But, this has been a hard lesson to learn: I cannot do everything, nor can I make everything I dream work, no matter how much I desire. In this case, a little fallback and strategizing were in order.

Winter wandering.

2022-12-16T10:58:00.001-08:00

Today, here on the Pacific Coast, the mostly clear icy-blue sky is visible in all directions. The weak sun is reflecting on the gently rippling Grand Canal, only interrupted by the occasional diving duck. It looks like winter - it feels like winter, but

"calendars across the Northern Hemisphere say winter will begin on Dec. 21, but for meteorologists, the start of the season happens three weeks earlier on Dec. 1. The reason behind the discrepancy is that weather experts follow what’s called meteorological seasons, while others use the astronomical calendar to signify the change. Meteorologists and climatologists break down the seasons based on when temperatures typically change, not the status of Earth’s rotation." (source)

Well, the trails are mucky and my freezing fingers fumble trying to find a box under that infamous 'duff,' which around here consists of slimy leaves, sopping moss, and dirt. Ah, the joys of winter boxing in the PNW! Actually, I haven't traditionally boxed for a bit (not counting the sporadic planting), but have been doing more holiday-themed projects.

I decided, at the last minute, to jump into this year's Sock Swap (thanks Damselfly for hosting!) and it was a joy to send fun socks to a long-time boxer from the East Coast I recently had the pleasure of meeting - Sherlock Miles. Since we both attended the amazing Harry Potter-themed Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon event, hosted by Music Chick, I knew my choice of HP socks would be perfect! I set out to carve a couple of stamps to embellish my humble gift.

this was the transfer - yes, I am still in LOVE
with the laser ink-acetone transfer method!

aren't those socks perfect for the swap?

Another project that involved some running around was my part in the office's annual Secret Santa gift exchange. Honestly, I am kind of a 'ba-humbug' type, but it has been fun to put this together. Come to think of it - I am not sure I have ever done a Secret Santa thing before! I included candy, popcorn, an ornament, more candy, a candle, therapy dough and aromatic mist, a restaurant gift card, a Zox wristband, a coffee gift card, and a Squishmellow (not shown). Cuz, who doesn't need a Squishmellow? The one I added is a chocolate bar - so fun! My person is a Mobile Crisis Team angel and deserves to feel special - I do hope she feels the love :)

oops ... I think I exceeded the spending recommendation :(

yep, I even dug out the two holiday-themed
stamps from my stash for the tag

And finally, last weekend Obimaster and I ran away to the Oregon Coast - my favorite escape from reality. I'll drop a few pics of our rainy weekend. It was absolutely delightful; I filled my self-care 'cup' with moments of calm, gratitude, companionship, and peace. But, alas, no finding of hidden treasures. We did manage to plant one though, which is good.

our upgraded peek-a-boo view - thanks, Best Western!

Camp 18 is an old logging camp turned
touristy restaurant constructed with some of the biggest
timbers you have ever seen in a building

they serve a decent breakfast ... and this
little guy thinks so, too

We ambled through the shops in Cannon Beach, and
I couldn't resist a snap of these glorious colors

me 'n my love - I am not sure if the masks were
more protective of the plague or the cold!

gosh, the water was so high at Cannon -
don't think I have seen it that high before

the roundabout at Seaside in winter dusk is simply magical

on the Prom

sometimes I manage the perfect snap :)

here we are sans masks
(dang reflections!)

Seaside was so moody - so good for the soul

So, how's that for a meandering winter wander? From carving to shopping, to escaping for the weekend ... I sure hope you are making the most of your winter wanderings, as well.

Wishing you the happiest of holiday seasons

from the Pacific Northwest!

Leaning in.

2022-12-04T11:39:00.001-08:00

"Traditionally, the term 'lean-in' has been used in the context of sports to mean 'to shift one’s body weight forward or toward someone or something.' In water and snow sports, you can lean into a wave, the wind, a slope, or a turn. You can lean into a pitch, or throw, or catch as well." Well, that is what dictionary.com says, anyway. Even though the term is a little faddish (overused perhaps?), and is sometimes meant to encourage women to embrace and rise to the many challenges faced in the business sector ... as if we don't already - and often in heels! Regardless, I like the visual connotation it evokes. Leaning towards the circumstances with awareness, acceptance, and willingness to engage.

I think 'lean in' fits what is happening in my life right now. Instead of spending time out and about with loved ones devoting time to our hobby, I am working three days a week (10-hour days, no less). I also have made the lifestyle-altering decision to take the necessary classes to earn a professional certificate. Juggling all that is a challenge for me and our family. I am 'leaning in' to the awareness, acceptance, and willingness to engage in a work environment, giving my all to the clients that come my way, preparing to start class again, and keep up with family responsibilities. That's a lotta leanin'!

That is the story for so many of us, I have no doubt. With all that, along with the change of season, has left me runnin' on empty. The change from warm, lengthy days of bright sunshine and carefree road trips has morphed into the continual sound of the furnace, bundling up in many (often restrictive) layers of clothing, scraping ice from windshields, and driving to and from work in the dark. I seem to have lost my letterboxing footing somehow. I keep meaning to get back at the carving desk, but it hasn't happened yet.

Our last outing was great, though. In the presence of the spectacular fall color, Samsonite and I snuck out to try our luck boxing in the Gresham area. We had some luck, but had more fun planting little unconventional 'boxes' around the area. As winter approaches, we have hunkered down rather than brave the wind and rain to slog on muddy, sometimes flooded, slippery trails, and dig in moldy, icy-cold dead leaves and duff for hidden treasures. Maybe I am just getting too old and whiney. *shrug*

Fall colors are hard to beat.

This was an awesome mash-up of
two of my favorite things: Little Free Libraries
and letterboxing - delish!

We decided to take a side trip to The Dalles - a place near
to my heart. This was taken at the wonderful
Columbia Gorge Discovery Center.

What a grand tree - even as it loses its beautiful foliage.

One of my favorites.

We stopped in at a kitschy local coffee & pizza shop
that I would definitely recommend.

This gives me hope in humanity :)

It was a fun trip, and we even got some sunshine. Troutdale was pretty windy and cold, but Edgefield - McMenamin's was on point (as usual). At home, the migratory diving ducks have returned, and we even have a never-before-seen-by-me visitor hangin' out at our feeder rather regularly.

Welcome back, Ring-necked Ducks! They spend the
winter with us here in Ocean Shores, and head elsewhere
for the summer.

Hello!

I believe this is a Scrubjay - beautiful blue!

As I wrap up my second Year of Giving participation, and impulsively decide to add my name to Damselfly's Sock-Swap, I am hoping to 'lean in' to more carving time. I have several more Pocket Treasures to hide, a RD TRP box to recarve and replant, and a handful of exquisite Native American art-inspired animal stamps to tackle. The laser printer-acetone method is working like a charm for me - it is a dream come true! And, as always, I am looking forward to the warmer weather. You, too?

Happy holidays and keep warm, my friends!

Falling off the planet.

2022-10-28T19:04:00.000-07:00

Well, not really falling off, per se, but rather flying down to Louisiana and Mississippi to visit one of my favorite people in the world. No, we didn't get to box at all, but maybe it was good to take a break for a bit. Travel, along with trying to fit it around my work schedule, has made this month fly by. Literally.

So, I will drop a few pics from our flyin' trip, and hopefully Obimaster and I will be able to do a little boxing on our next outing. Next week we are planning on heading northward to a little town called Lynden. Perhaps some RD TRP boxes or Pocket Treasures will find hiding places along the way.

Me and my travel buddy (Blarg)
all boarded and ready to take off!

my view from the window seat - fires everywhere!
(over the Cascades)

and there is that dreaded Bolt Creek fire that
covered all of Seattle and surrounding areas
with choking smoke

Our destination - southern Mississippi

the best part of all - hanging out with
these beautiful souls

My chauffeur for the trip :)

down in Houma, LA

And then it was over,
and we were left to chase the sun home.
But, we will be back.

Sneakin' in some sanity.

2022-10-13T20:41:00.003-07:00

Oh my goodness, did I need an Oregon Coast fix! We haven't been down since Corgi Beach Day, and then we only hung out around Astoria and Cannon Beach. My love is to keep heading south and pay my respects to all the little towns along the way to Newport. Sweet Newport.

Samsonite and I snuck away after she got out of the classroom on Friday and really made the most of the weekend. We rolled into Newport in the dark, got up early on Saturday, boxed and planted until dark Saturday evening, then up again on Sunday morning to meander home, leaving boxing love in our wake. It was fantastic!

Since we have snagged so many of the boxes on the coast, there were few to find. After bombing out on several, we did finally hit pay dirt - I ended up with five new stamps in my log. They are awesome, too! There is a special kind of appreciation for finding the box after you have struck out multiple times. We eventually had to head for home after grabbing the last drive-by in the dark. I am never, NEVER sorry to have spent time on the Oregon Coast.

I had eleven new planted boxes to list when I got home. Pretty exciting! I have been kind of on a planting kick, what with the RD TRP Series and now the Pocket Treasures - those little stamps are a blast to carve and hide! I do hope seekers have as much fun finding as I did hiding!

I would definitely say the weather was unpredictable - one minute it was windy and foggy (spooky!) and the next it was bright, warm sunshine. It kept things interesting and also allowed for some great photo opportunities.

On the amazing 804 Trail in Yachats

it's so much better in person!

Spoooooky! What an awesome 'wind sock'!

I want this in my yard!

A snap of the Yaquina Bay Lighthouse ...

but, this is the money shot!

Next time we come down, we are gonna head
eastward on 20 for some more exploring ...
(not as far as Boston, though)

hangin' out on Big Creek

Samsonite gettin' it done!

Ooooh, cool fungi!

Hello, there :)

another lovely trail, but check that out!
Warning: Hazardous Trees Ahead

Whoops! The ground here was super squishy.

we've gone down this trail before,
can't wait to get back here in December!

this is what we captured as we left Seaside

Astoria

The moon @ Dismal Nitch

The question of logbooks.

2022-10-01T09:45:00.001-07:00

The first one I found was near The Dalles, Oregon - the cutest little stamp just laying out in the open. It was tightly glued to one of the many rocks it was positioned with - and amazingly, it had been there quite a while. The clue stated clearly that it had no accompanying logbook, but I was keen to nab it anyway. How very clever, I thought. But then the question started to niggle: Could it really be considered a letterbox if there was no logbook to stamp into?

The next one I came across, not too many months after, stated in the clue that the letterbox listed didn't have a logbook 'out of convenience.' The question popped up again: Is the process of stamping into a letterbox logbook an 'inconvenience'? I guess sometimes it could be, especially if the weather is uncomfortable or if there are muggles approaching. The lack of logbook surely didn't stop us from recording the find, but I missed stamping my beloved sig-stamp in the logbook. In the spirit of full disclosure, I have an active letterbox series around my town that starts with a traditional box complete with a logbook, but all the rest of the dependent stamps in the series do not; and yet, each of the found stamps count as a traditional find.

Somewhere in the back of my mind there are echoes of discussions on this topic from long ago. It would seem to me that 'purists' would insist there be a logbook, even going so far to say that it couldn't be considered a letterbox if the logbook was unstampable (too full or too wet to stamp into) or missing. On the other end of the spectrum, there would be those that would accept any intended letterbox as a find regardless of the presence of logbook, box, or sometimes, even the stamp (no, really - if you find the remnants of the box but no stamp, is that still a find? The searcher technically 'found' the location and box, right?). So, what constitutes a letterbox?

I am positive every letterboxer has a ready opinion on the matter. I often think of that old motto of the Australian restaurant franchise Outback - no rules, just right. This sentiment would indicate that clues can be constructed any way the planter sees fit, with any type of container (or none), and without limitations on where a letterbox can be placed (except within National Parks, and I have even heard that some proudly ignore that, as well).

One could argue that since letterboxing originated in Dartmoor, perhaps that is where we could find the definitive answer about what constitutes a letterbox. "Participants, or Letterboxers, search the Tors and valleys for the hidden treasure, either following clues or simply searching under rocks. A Dartmoor Letterbox is a container – typically a durable plastic box – containing a rubber stamp, a copy of which is taken for the collection, journal, or scrapbook. Also inside is a visitor’s book – where a Letterboxer can leave their mark, usually in the form of a ‘personal’ stamp to prove the visit." Apparently, leaving one's signature stamp is the evidence of the find, at least according to this point of view.

But hobbies and traditions change over time to meet the dynamic needs of its participants, and we have certainly seen a lot of changes in letterboxing, especially here in the U.S. Postals, LTCs, event boxes, personal travelers, hitchhikers, cooties, and many other imaginative ways of clue-writing and stamping have changed the face of letterboxing over the years since it seeped over to our country. I dimly remember some letterboxers were rather put out when Ryan presented a way to digitally record finds - pure blasphemy, they complained. For them, one's logbook was private information not to be shared, and certainly not emblazoned across the internet for anyone to see. As a matter of fact, I just had a clue in my hand where the planter requested a finder not list or mention the find on any digital platform, but to contact them personally, via email, to report on the condition of the box. So be it.

I say, to each their own. No rules, just right, as it were. Ultimately, letterboxing is a game, and if the game becomes 'unfun' due to nit-picking and rigid policing, why continue to play? And that may be the answer to my question of logbooks: What constitutes a legitimate letterbox or find is determined by the planter and/or finder. I have been known to sneak a logbook into a box without one on the trail, but that was just me being snarky, I guess. Maybe I simply wanted to share our siggy; I know in our little group, part of the pleasure of finding a box is seeing all those who have stamped in before us. It provides a sense of community and sharing experience. But, at the same time, we just found a fun little stamp stuck to the bottom of a picnic table - with no logbook or container - that thrilled me with its clever clue and placement. So, there it is: it is all good as long as it's fun, legal, and doesn't hurt anyone. Each planter and finder can determine how they want to play the game.

Often, bending rules can spark inspiration. On the way home from our boxing adventure yesterday, Obimaster and I cooked up a new series that I am anxious to put into play. Yes, there will be a logbook for the series, but, well, I guess finders will just have to see how it unfolds. It stretches the boundaries of the Dartmoor definition, but it does follow the rules of being unexpected, sneaky, legal, and fun.

ready for the hunt!

No tickling allowed.

2022-09-28T10:27:00.000-07:00

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw represent! Yes, we attended the very clever and fun "Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon" letterboxing event in Boise, Idaho, hosted by none other than the indomitable Music Chick. Wow, what a ride! With over 200 amazing stamps to collect, eye-popping event stamps, Harry Potter-themed puzzles to solve, and 25 fantastic boxers to meet, Obimaster and I had a wonderful time! It was my first event in decades, and Obimaster's first ever!

We took two days to travel to Boise from Ocean Shores, and we had too much fun boxing and planting along the way. In fact, we planted more than we found, if you can believe that. And we stopped at just about every rest stop, historic marker, and scenic viewpoint we came to. We even found this relic ...

Here are some of the snaps we captured from our HP-flavored adventure:

I just can't resist late summer blooms!

So, we were on the Old Oregon Trail most of the way,
but when we weren't, we were on the Lewis & Clark Trail!

definitely picture-worthy - beautiful

yep, I found it!

my favorite thing - road trips in the sunshine!!

smile!

Music Chick and Crazy Mountain Woman are some of the
most clever letterboxing witches I know! I guess Hufflepuff
just knows how to get things done! :)

There were some great letterboxers present -
It was great to meet and stamp beside them all!

now, here are some famous letterboxers - Kurious Jo and Wood Aug
representing Slytherin and Gryffindor!

Representing Ravenclaw, Obimaster is on task

Flame of Udun and Ddraig contributed many jaw-dropping stamps for the event.

This was my favorite - it was the prof sign-off sheet for completing
each of the classes. I am considering poppin' this into a frame
for my office :)

And, hope I don't catch heat for this one, but these
event stamps were amazing!

Many thanks to Music Chick, Crazy Mountain Woman, and Rydeswitheagles for their tireless efforts to make this event a success! We really had a great time and it was a great way to get back into attending events.

Our drive home was a break-neck 9-hour drive back to the Washington Coast, but man it was all worth it!

Where have I been?

2022-09-21T10:27:00.000-07:00

Well, the next chapter has officially begun - I have taken a position as a mental health professional with a local mental health care clinic part-time. I even get an office! I have been doing all the necessary things: putting together a wardrobe and thinking about all the practical items one needs to be working away from home 20 hours a week. Lunch preparation, the necessary coffee, and the commute. It has been a bit bumpy given I have not been in the workforce for 28+ years (that is an understatement!). I have set up my office, undergone 50-ish hours of online training, and struggled with simply fitting in. BUT, I sincerely believe this is a good thing! Not only for the paycheck, but also the privilege of working in my chosen field. Ultimately, I am a helper.

But here is what is interesting. I was so worried about not being able to secure a job after graduation. On top of that was all the anxiety of having to conduct a job search and put together an appropriate resume (with all the necessary verbiage required for the screening algorithms). And let's just not talk about the interview - always a stressful experience! Well, here is how it went down:

One day I was doomscrolling on my not-always-favorite social media feed and I made, what I thought was, an obvious statement about how 'compassion was required for civil society' on a local chat page. I didn't think anything more about it and continued on with my scrolling. But, someone was watching - it happened to be the CEO of a local community mental health clinic. He replied to my comment with "you should come work for me." Rather startled, and very skeptical, I replied to his comment. This led to a private and short conversation about how I should contact his HR person. After making sure it was a real company, and much to my amazement in myself, I did that. I had a lovely, frank conversation with a very nice woman who not only screened me, but then encouraged me to stop in and introduce myself to my now administrative supervisor. Again, not too confident it was going to lead anywhere, I took the next step.

Thinking it was going to be a simple "Hi, I'm Liz" type of affair, I impulsively stopped by the next time I was close to the office. Unfortunately, I was not dressed for an interview - I really thought it was just a casual introduction. So, in sweats and a messy-bun, I stopped in. Thinking I was a client, my now supervisor was surprised, but still took me to a conference room to chat. At that point I realized my mistake! But, he was honest and sincere about the company and the position, and really wanted to make sure I wanted to enter the field (it can break your heart; after all, it is mental health in a economically depressed, old mill-town) - which I greatly appreciated.

I agreed to send him my resume and then filled out more paperwork. Then came the real interview with the clinical director of the company, which went amazingly well! And yes, I was dressed appropriately. And then, another appointment at another office and a pile of paperwork. The whole process took more than 2 months (mostly because of our summer roadtrip), but here I am. And right now I can say I am right where I need to be! I am delighted with all the people I have been working with, and they are accepting me into the fold. I hope they like me as much as I like them :)

I feel most fortunate. First, for a position for which I think I am really well-suited, and for the fact that I was 'discovered' on social media. And with no particular effort on my part! Well, I guess all my effort went into my schooling, which will be of great benefit, without question.

So, that's it, that is where I have been. In the midst of all that, Obimaster and I are preparing to attend the HP letterboxing event in Boise - the first I have been to since Kuku's Birthday Bash event in November, 2010 (which was an awesome event, btw!), and Obimaster's first event ever. I have a created a new personal traveler and a tabletop box to contribute to the HP fun!! Look for pics and debrief when we return.

Here are a few peeks at my new digs. May it be the beginning of a beautiful chapter.

Wow ... a real office

some gifts from home
to help keep me grounded

these seemed appropriate ...

Easy DIY logbooks.

2022-09-04T12:11:00.002-07:00

I have been meaning to post about logbooks for a bit now, and a recent thread on Facebook just nudged me into actually making it happen. Of course, there are many truly 'easy' logbooks, namely those that you simply purchase from any discount store (i.e., small spiral-bound, lined notebooks) - no assembly required! But I prefer logbooks that have more substantial pages than lined notebook paper. Plus, I have an absolute ton of printed cardstock craft paper that I have collected over the years, which makes great covers for cute little matchbook logbooks.

First I cut the cover to 6" x 2". Typically, I am making a handful in preparation for a day of letterbox planting.

Next, I like to use the higher quality copy paper from Costco (24 lb) that comes in ream-and-a-half packages. I will take five sheets and cut them into 2.5" strips lengthwise.

That gives me 3 strips. I will only need 2 strips for one matchbook logbook.

Cut those 2 strips into 2" sections - that gives you 50 pages for your logbook. More than enough!

Stack those up and set them aside for a minute. Go back to your cover and fold two creases at 3/4" and 1" measurements as shown below.

Now take your stack of pages and position them inside your cover as shown.

Then, position your logbook in the heavy duty stapler. You will only need one centered staple.

At this point I fold the cover to match the bottom of the pages and crease at the backside and then manipulate it to fold on the front.

The bottom flap is usually a bit long to snug under the top flap, so I snip off a bit to give it a nice, easy fit.

And that's it - a little 2" x 2.5", 50-page logbook to fit most letterboxes. I will add that these provide about a 2" x 2" space on each page for finders to add their sig-stamp (or whatever). Those with larger sig-stamps would not be able to imprint their entire stamp on a page.

I also make other types of logbooks, depending on my mood or purpose. For 'rescue' logbooks to add to ailing letterboxes, I carry thinner logbooks like some of these below. I use a brochure stapler to make easy logbooks by simply folding paper and stapling into the crease. The downside to these is that you can only use a few pages (no more than 10, for sure), which gives you a logbook with 20 pages. That is adequate for a rescue logbook, I think; just enough to suffice until the owner can do proper maintenance.

brochure stapler

I add washi tape just to make them look nice :)

A comparison of the brochure-style
and the matchbook logbook

I also own a Bind-It-All that was gifted to me by a friend leaving the hobby; I mostly use these Bind-It-All notebooks for planting notes because they are small, the pages are easy to access/turn, and I can slip them into my pocket easily. Using the Bind-It-All is easy, quick, and the notebooks look nice and neat. In the photo below, I have a 2" x 3" Bind-It-All notebook next to the matchbook logbook for comparison. I do think the matchbook style takes up less room in a letterbox (although you can make them any size you prefer).

Finally, just for fun, I carved a few different sizes of logbook stamps to adorn my homemade logbooks. The largest is just under 2" across, the middle (my latest carve) is 1.5", and the smallest is under an inch across. That tiny one is intended for microboxes; I like to use film canisters with scrolls for logbooks and this little stamp is perfect.

Well, that's it - several of the different ways I create logbooks for my letterboxes. There are many, many creative ways to make logbooks, and I always admire those boxers that really shine in this area. Years ago, I dabbled in making small books with hard covers and sewing in the pages - they are super cool. But I was making them for postals knowing they were not going to be left in the wild. I would be hesitant to put a book like that out in a trail letterbox ... they just take too much effort! I have seen some logs that use the punch of a Bind-It-All or a comb binder and then, instead of inserting an Owire or a plastic comb, they lace the pages together with ribbon. This is very clever and effective, but I have not tried it yet. I also own a comb binder, but I don't find it convenient for letterboxing purposes - I don't really like how the pages turn with the plastic combs, I have found the pages tended to come out of the combs, and it is a big heavy machine to pull out to use (which is why folks like the Bind-It-All - it's small and convenient).

I hope you try your hand at creating your own logbooks for your letterboxes - I love to find handmade logs in a letterbox! Below I have added some links if you want to check out some of the items I mentioned above.

Bind-It-All (be sure to check eBay - I saw cheaper prices there!)

Bind-It-All individual package of spiral wires (the dimensions needed are 2:1 pitch, 1/2" 24 loop O-wires)

Comb Binder

Heavy Duty Stapler

Brochure Stapler

Microbox Film Canisters

Costco Printer Paper

Happy Anniversary.

2022-09-02T08:34:00.007-07:00

Every August my beloved and I take a trip to commemorate our years together and this year was no different. We boxed and ate (!!) and boxed some more, bickered about directions, got sweaty in the summer heat, enjoyed early harvest fruit, explored new parks and roads we had never been on before, and generally had a fantastic time. And we planted as many boxes as we found. We are most fortunate, indeed.

this letterboxer in the wild

Get a load of all those trucks!
Stuck in an I-90 backup ... oy!

wonderful summertime Leavenworth

there was a bit of smoke from nearby wildfires, but not much

my beloved trying to capture the splendor of Peshastin Pinnacles

photos just cannot do this place justice, frankly :(

the pear orchards were just about to be picked

@ Lincoln Rock State Park -
can you see his profile?

aah, summer :)

on the Columbia River

the view from our room in Leavenworth

up in historic Winthrop ...

and a Winthrop native

This last pic was snapped from the car as we explored the scenic loop around Leavenworth, Peshastin, Wenatchee, and into the small town of Plain. It was not raining; the sun was causing the rainbow in the humidity in the upper atmosphere - beautiful. The photo does not capture how vibrant this rainbow was in real life. As I was checking out the pic in my camera, Obimaster called out, "Look, quick!" Right in front of us a bear decided to run across the road! He was so surprisingly fast as he scrabbled up the gravel-dirt hill on the other side of the road that we had no time to slow down or snap a pic! We were thrilled to see a bear so close. What amazing animals! You just never know what you are going to see while out exploring :)

Upon our return, I attended the 'onboarding' for my new job. Just typing that out makes me pause and take that statement in. It has been so long. I am nervous, but hopeful. I have prepared - I have acquired the necessary wardrobe (sheesh, clothes and shoes are expensive!) and thought through the logistics of being away from home. And I have taken the time to mentally shift gears by cleaning out my office, filing away all the school leftovers, pulling out what I think I may need later, and removing a lot of clutter. Best of all, I reorganized the letterboxing side of my office - carving space and box prep can get pretty chaotic! I feel much more settled now that I have the things I need within reach. We will see how long this lasts (pics, or it didn't happen! lol!).

I'll leave you with a couple of anniversary pics and well wishes for the changing of the seasons from summer to fall ... well, almost. While astronomically speaking, the Fall Equinox 'falls' on September 22 this year (did you see what I did there? haha). However, "here in the Northern Hemisphere, "meteorological" fall (aka autumn) is defined as the months of September, October and November." As you may know, I will take all the summer I can get! This morning, as I write this, it is foggy-misty grey with a temperature of 56*, and the leaves are starting to turn. Oof.

Happy Fall, y'all!

from Team Lazy Bxrz

ps. I have been doing a bit of carving, so I will drop in a page of my carving log :)

tiny Hedwig brings me joy!

Old Growth.

2022-08-17T20:09:00.003-07:00

This has to be one of the most beautiful old growth forests I have ever been in. It was breathtaking - pictures simply cannot do it justice. Especially in the green lushness of summer with the sunshine illuminating the moss-covered cedar limbs and kissing the carpet of oxalis. I will say it again: breathtaking.

There were a few boxes in this fantastic natural area, and because of the serene beauty, I didn't mind going back to the trailhead to follow each new set of clues. In fact, I preferred that to any other method, if only to spend more time immersed in the forest coolness. (We were actually pretty surprised when we emerged into 85 degree heat!)

Obimaster's first carve - that sweet Snoopy - graced every logbook we found on our two-day adventure in Battle Ground, just north of Vancouver. We were lucky enough to find almost 20 boxes without distraction. A rare treat, indeed.

Isn't this sweet? A Gnome home ... and look, Obimaster found him!

They had a lovely chat.

You never know what you will find while you are letterboxing.

I wish I could have bottled up what this trail smelled like. Since that is impossible, I guess we will have to go back to experience it again. Definitely worth another visit.

Each tree was grand, every one whispering its secrets just out of earshot. I loved just laying my hand upon their sturdy trunks and admiring the deep texture of their bark. I cannot express how much trees speak to my heart. They manifest patience and resilience, of flexibility and steadfastness... of spreading their roots deep into rich soil and offering shade and rest to all who come near. Even in decomposition, they continue to give and support life. When I am in the company of trees, I find myself taking a deep breath of their scent into my soul - it feeds me somehow. Trees display their own unique beauty and splendor, not by comparison or competition but with authenticity and determination. How can I not learn from that?

After traversing this and other trails multiple times, and going from one end of the town to the other and back again in search of little bits of artwork and creativity, we wore ourselves out.

A little refreshment was in order.

you must try Margarita Factory - so good!

Ok, so that was a LOT of refreshment - LOL! So worth it, though :)

That is the smile of a successful and happy letterboxer - it brings me joy!

We will certainly go back to discover more gems hidden in Battle Ground - it was so much fun.

I am so grateful for times such as this.

An ode to summer.

2022-08-13T09:15:00.000-07:00

I live on the coast of the state of Washington, just a few blocks from the Pacific Ocean. The weather here is, more often than not, overcast grey and drizzly. When it is not grey and drizzly, it is grey and raining, frequently sideways. In the winter the temperatures hover in the mid-40s, and the rest of the year they average in the low 60s. Hitting 65 degrees is balmy goodness for us, and anything higher is a boon (which means I can actually wear something other than fleece). It is not like we don't have wonderfully fantastic days of sunshine, usually for a few sporadic days in March and October - and when we do, it is glorious indeed! But we also have what is affectionately called 'Faugust'; a phenomenon that occurs when rising temperatures inland collide with the cool temperature of the Pacific and cause condensation in the form of a blowing fog that socks us in. So when most are enjoying clear, sunny days, we are swimming in a soup of (albeit) warmer, grey mist. Such is life on the coast. And yes, I signed up for it.

That circumstance may be why I love summer so much. I am a native Western Washingtonian, and this area is definitely known as being frequently rainy, especially in fall, winter, and spring (!!). I am forever itching to get in the car and 'chase the sun,' which usually means at least a couple hours away from home. In contemplating this insistent need for the sunshine, I have concluded and observed that I crave the energy I get from being in the direct sun. Just waking to the sun shining in my bedroom window influences my mood and energy level. I crave the energy that comes from the glorious sun, without doubt. When I don't get enough I tend to sink into a grey pit of malaise that is hard to shake.

With that explanation, this is my ode to summer, the season I love best. I have always loved summer - the running barefoot in the grass, the bright colors of flowers, the sound of the warm breeze through the green leaves, and the smell of hot pavement. The fascination of watching water evaporate on the cement after I emerged dripping from our cheapy swimming pool as a kid, chasing after the popsicle man, and riding bikes until the sun was gone. As a young woman I loved hitting the lake with my friends, living in a swimsuit all day, and reveling in the summer festivals thronging with people. Always with the ever-present smell of coconut suntan oil in the air. I love sunglass-wearing, music-playing, cruising with the windows down, flip-flop summer fun.

And I love boxing in the summer. All the parks are open. The trails are dry. I can stamp-in without worrying about my logbook getting dappled with rain, bringing something to put down on the ground to protect my stuff, or wrangling with an umbrella (used more for covering the logbooks than us). I don't have to wear rain gear or worry about slogging through slippery, thick mud and puddles. I don't have to get soaked and mucky digging for a box among wet trees and underbrush - it is not 'duff' around here, it is wet, mildewed moss and soggy dirt. (I am not complaining, just stating what it is like to box here from November through late February, which I still do despite the wetness.)

Boxing in summer here is fantastic. In summer all the trees are full and green. The trails are dappled with sunlight, and the birds are everywhere. I can leave my house with only one layer of clothing instead of three or more. People emerge from their houses to be more social and seem happier, taking taking time with their families to picnic, recreate, or just hang out in a park (there are definitely more muggles around in summer, for sure). Since we get so much rain in the other parts of the year, summer is our time to get outside and soak it up. And I think we do it here more than other places - I was taught that when the sun is shining, you need to take advantage of it while you can because tomorrow will be cloudy.

And that is why I love summer. I understand it is different in other parts of the country or world. I don't know how I would feel if it were 90-100 degrees everyday for months on end. I am sure I would not appreciate the not-so-fun things about summer in other places: the lack of humidity or overabundance of it, bugs, leeching critters or parasites, stagnant air and living in air-conditioning, or the sticky, stifling temperatures. I empathize with that plight, and have been known to say that some parts of the country are not 'fit for human thriving' - in some places it would seem the environment is trying to attack you when you are simply trying to cool off in a lake or hike on a trail. Seriously, I wouldn't know how to avoid snakes, spiders, ticks, fire ants, red bugs, and other biting/stinging creatures that make their home in the warmer areas of our country. So, I get it. Further, in those warmer climes, the winters can be so different from the grey, rainy winters here on the 'wet side' of Washington. Sunny, snowy days must be fantastic, and cool fall hikes must feel like heaven to those experiencing months of blistering, killing heat. I get it all, I do.

But for me, my love of summer will never fade. I lament its end and long for it to return. And I can't be the only one.

The last bash.

2022-08-12T12:07:00.000-07:00

Yes, I must face the harsh truth: Summer is coming to an end. Sad, indeed.

But we have done so much this summer, so I cannot really complain. Samsonite goes back to school soon, so she and I took one last opportunity to get out and BOX! We headed to her old stompin' grounds on the 'dry side' of the state and enjoyed nearly 5 full days of digging in pine straw and trying to avoid slithery critters. Man, we had a blast!

Ellensburg, WA

I took my chances and decided to leave a day early - just like for our lengthy road trip. I certainly didn't want the same thing to happen again, so we were very careful where we stayed and were sure to secure our belongings appropriately. My anxieties about being the victim of theft were not realized, thankfully, and we got a jump on our boxing/planting.

the giants along I-90

I am in the process of planting a series called RD TRP, so we were checking out all the possible stops along I-90. It is so different on the east side of the Cascades - I just love the dry heat and that you can see for miles.

After leaving Ellensburg, we made our way to Cheney, then onto Spokane. We spent one day east of Spokane exploring and seeking boxes in Idaho along gorgeous Lake Coeur d'Alene. I am so very grateful for all the boxers who planted and maintain boxes for us to find! They took us to some really amazing and unexpected places.

We encountered birders in one of the cemeteries we visited where
they were photographing the elusive Nighthawk. I don't think this is
one of them, but it was kind enough to pose for a pic.

This amazing tree was beautiful in the Fitch Arboretum

I do enjoy the peacefulness of cemeteries.

This is Black Bay Park - what a lovely, hidden place
to put in for a day of kayaking.

As you can imagine, it was uber-hot - upper 90s. We were desperate to stay hydrated and to park in the highly valued shady parking spots. But hiking scenic trails and finding hidden gems was definitely worth the sweat and effort!

even my phone needed some shade!

this one is on Lake Coeur d'Alene

sweet, huh?

I like the sentiments of this posted sign -
"A cemetery exists because every life is worth
loving and remembering - always."

There are always cemeteries on the list when boxing these days - no, it wasn't always like that, just to be clear. But I am not complaining as sometimes you can learn something historically interesting, and there are usually not a lot of muggles around. My only niggle is that sometimes I feel a little disrespectful of the sacredness of the place when finding boxes, especially if they are not images that are associated with that particular cemetery or persons buried there. For example, at one point we were digging around the perimeter of a cemetery while a visitor was placing flowers and spending time contemplating her loved one - we were quite some distance away, but I still sort of felt like an intruder.

Not all boxes are at cemeteries, though. The ones I love take me to beautiful landscapes where I really enjoy snapping pics like the old days. The Japanese garden, Bowl & Pitcher at Riverside State Park, the vast farmland - eastern Washington has so much to photograph.

The Japanese Garden in Manito Park

Riverside State Park is over 9,000 acres along the Spokane and Little Spokane Rivers. "Riverside has deep historical significance as a gathering place for Native American tribes, and a a thriving fur trade hub. The Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC) build many of the park's structures during the Great Depression, which still stand today. The pedestrian suspension bridge at Bowl and Pitcher replaced a CCC bridge built in 1940." (WA State Parks)

the 'swinging' bridge -
nope, we didn't try it ... but it didn't look too scary

Bowl & Pitcher from the Overlook

And then Samsonite snapped me at the Overlook!

A memorial to the Grand Army of the Republic
in Greenwood Cemetery

we saw a marmot, and even some wild turkeys!

headed down a lonely road in search of a letterbox -
no muggles here!

Hope that wasn't too many photos to share -

but, there was so many great things to see.

We ended up finding 20 letterboxes and planted 6 - woot!

And it was a fabulous get-away.

Until next time, Spokane!

That's a lotta Corgis.

2022-08-01T15:00:00.005-07:00

This past weekend we had a lot of fun hangin' out with some noxer friends of ours at the Corgi Beach Day held annually in Cannon Beach, Oregon. And, of course, we snuck in some boxing, as well :)

Corgi costumes!

the 'house' flag - artist S. Silverman

Obimaster trying to capture Corgi enthusiasm!

As the day progressed, there were many doing just this - takin' a snooze!
Artie (short for Artemis) is just over a year old,
and this was her first Corgi Beach Day. She did great!

Haystack Rock played peek-a-boo in the summer fog

What an amazing assortment of very short, happy dogs! There was easily hundreds of Corgis with their owners. You cannot look at a Corgi and not smile. I did manage to garner a bit of a sunburn, too, but not bad. This was definitely a sight to behold.

And then, the letterboxing. We sandwiched the 'running of the Corgis' between jaunts of boxing. Boxing on the Oregon Coast is fantastic, and we had fun exploring new trails. One of the boxes really had us stumped ... as it turns out, we went right to the trailhead initially, but whizzed past the starting spot. We checked out at least a handful of other possible trails up and down Hwy 101 before landing back at the right spot. What an amazing, fun, chaotic hunt! But, once we put our feet on the right trail, the images quickly found their way into our logbooks.

On Sunday, we decided to head inland to hopefully find some boxes we had not previously hunted. We were successful, but the heat had us turning tail and exploring the Washington side of the Columbia River, heading back towards Long Beach. And, that was such a good life choice! Not only was it cooler as we headed west, but it was a gorgeous drive. We managed to leave a few boxes for others to find, as well - bonus!

always awesome views on the Oregon Coast

summer trees are a favorite of mine

he caught me zooming in with my camera!

this is a squadron of white pelicans - they are also referred to
as a pod, pouch, or scoop of pelicans (lol!)

on the Columbia River

in the small town of Cathlamet

the historic Grays River covered bridge, built in 1903

As we all know, letterboxing takes you to some amazing places you would not have visited otherwise. I am not only grateful, but also itchin' for our next adventure!

the smile of success!

is it really a boxing outing if you don't visit a cemetery?

Makin' the most of it.

2022-07-28T15:41:00.000-07:00

We were out on another boxing adventure - this time in one of the most beautiful parts of the country. On the Washington State peninsula is sparkling Lake Quinault and its historic Lake Quinault Lodge. If you haven't had the opportunity to visit this piece of paradise, you need to put it on your bucket list. The Lodge is everything you would expect from a Roosevelt-style lodge with the oversized furniture, ginormous fireplace, tempting restaurant, and nice rooms. The back lawn stretches out to the lake and you can rent canoes or kayaks. Or you could take a 2-hour boat cruise around the lake. Fabulous!

But we came for the trails, and they are to die for. Winding through old-growth forest, these trails are really something to experience. Some long, some not so much, all worth exploring. And there are letterboxes!

We hit the trails and had a great time. For a break, we grabbed sandwiches and drinks from the Mercantile, and had an impromptu picnic in the shade. Then we checked out the World's Largest Sitka Spruce (fun fact: there are six other champion trees in the Olympic National Forest/Park, as well!). To make it a truly perfect letterboxing outing, we planted some of our own creations in hopes other letterboxers will make their way out here.

Here are a few fun snaps from our day. I love, love, love summer!

Caught you, Samsonite!

A grand-daddy tree along the trail - wow!!

Obimaster sits among the roots
of the Largest Sitka Spruce!

no photo could do this justice - you must see it for yourself!

A new carver is born.

2022-07-26T17:59:00.003-07:00

The first test of the first stamp - not bad!

After cleanup :)
Approx. 1.5" x 1.5", on SGHUO, using Staedtler gouges

A happy, carving Obimaster!
He has already chosen his second image to tackle.
I didn't tell him it can be addicting ...

Restart.

2022-07-23T12:32:00.001-07:00

Since returning from our road trip, I have been reticent to do any stamp carving. Because my hard work, planting-planning, and beloved sig-stamps being stolen, it has kind of paralyzed me. I had been somewhat struggling with the transfer methods anyway, and having everything suddenly disappear just added to the frustration.

But, as many of you know, there has been an ongoing thread on AQ talking about laserjet printers and using acetone/wintergreen oil to transfer. While I had been hesitating to get back to carving, shopping on Amazon has not been an issue (!!). Just for fun, I looked to see how much a small laserjet printer might cost. To my surprise, I found one for under $100. That was doable. Besides, I could send it back if it sucked.

It didn't suck at all - it works great. It has got me over the carving-paralysis I was experiencing. And, this transfer method actually works.

It is actually pretty compact - smaller than I expected. Once I got it up and running, I was surprised how efficiently it printed. When I quickly applied the acetone to the prepared transfer, the image magically appeared on my material (I am using FirmKut) - no smearing. Even though I had read that many carvers prefer this method, I was still amazed at the transfer quality. Of course, I had a few goofs to start: first I used waaaay too much acetone (you only need to swipe a cotton ball with acetone minimally over the paper to wet the entire image), and another transfer ended up with big blotches. I quickly figured out that I need to adjust my printed images to stark black and white for best results. I did muck up some material with my goofs, but decided to try to sand them off with my hand sander - worked like a charm! I do hate wasting material.

This was one of the first test transfers with the new method. Since 3 bonsai stamps were in the stolen bag, it was fitting to use this image for a test. This was one that I used too much acetone during transfer - if you look close, you can see the pattern from the cotton pad I used! Sheesh! I do wonder if the acetone will affect the stamp material over time, but that remains to be seen.

a new ink/siggy case with my re-carved favorite

My little Team Lazy Bxrz PNW, a favorite siggy for travel, was also in the ill-fated bag. It has been rather therapeutic to re-carve those stamps that I am still lamenting. I also had to create another ink/siggy box for my LB bag. I am happily back in business.

ready to carve

Last but not least, the lost team stamp. The original was 2" x 2", which seemed a bit large, so I shrunk it down a skosh, it is now 1-3/4". It was originally carved on Tan Z, which can be tricky to ink and get consistent impressions, especially if not using pigment ink. But it was so cool! I decided to resize it and give it a shot on FirmKut. You can see the quality of image transfer; I have gotten used to the yellow Stazon ink over top to add contrast, which also prevents smearing (especially with pencil transfers). The laserjet ink transfer does not seem to smear, which is a happy thing, but I still like the contrast.

I don't think I will be re-carving this lost stamp (it is actually two stamps) anytime soon. I was planning on planting them where the old Pekin Community High School stood back in Illinois (unfortunately, it has been torn down). Since this was place-specific, and meant to honor Obimaster's time there as a young adult, it just doesn't make sense to re-carve. While we very much enjoyed our visit, we won't be going back anytime soon, sadly. (I would be willing to re-carve if there were a boxer interested in planting somewhere near the old high school ... perhaps in Mineral Springs Park? Let me know if you are interested!)

Home of the Pekin Dragons

I am still remembering things I stuck in that bag that are now gone. I have learned a valuable lesson from this: Never put all your stamps and boxing paraphernalia in one bag (especially a nice one that looks expensive). I had grabbed a very special set of stamps to take on the trip at the last second, and thankfully I put it in my personal bag instead of the boxing bag. It was saved from theft, and ended up being the only hand-carved stamp(s) we had on the trip. (And I am soooo glad I didn't take a carving kit! I would have lost my favorite tools and material!)

the Owl & Turtle stamps

These stamps were carved for my son (Blarg, formerly T-for-Turtle) when he was a little guy - Owl and Turtle (two beanie babies) were his favorite friends. If I am remembering right, these stamps were a personal traveler for gathers on one of our previous road trips (I should dig out pics of boxers posing with Owl & Turtle - it was part of the requirements of the personal traveler!!). He still has Owl & Turtle, and they are treasured. We actually took them as 'mascots' on this trip, and had a lot of fun incorporating them into the trip as if they were fellow travelers! I am so very grateful these stamps were not stolen, and we were able to use them in the logbooks of the boxes we found along the way. All because I was lazy and just threw them in my purse. Go figure.

Obimaster & Turtle

Seaman putting up with Owl

OK, that's enough rambling for today - off to carve for a bit! Tell me about your experience with the laserjet + acetone method, and any tips or tricks. I want to hear them!

F-1000.

2022-07-22T11:26:00.001-07:00

I never imagined, when I took my littles on our first letterboxing adventure back in '04, that one day I would have found 1,000 hidden treasures. In fact, I was pretty excited when we reached F-100 - so much so that I carved a special sig-stamp to mark the occasion. To be honest, I'm not sure there were 500 boxes to find in the PNW at that time. Back when I was slogging trails with LBNA clues in hand, 3 reluctant homeschoolers, and an overactive puppy, if we found one box on a boxing outing, that was a good day! When we hit F-200, again, I carved a new sig-stamp. Exciting stuff! And then 500. After that, I lost sight of marking the milestones, especially since there were many local boxers speeding past my slow and steady find-count. And then ... I left the hobby.

Fast-forward to February 2021, and it was the right time to pick it back up again. Since then myself, Obimaster, and Samsonite have been on a mission to get back out on the trail. Letterboxing seemed to be a way to get out and enjoy life again, as well as escape the cultural/political stress most of us have been swimming in since 2015. I have found boxing to be the same challenging, rewarding, frustrating, adventurous hobby that I left; only this time I had changed. I am older and more mindful - or at least I try to be. I don't have children with me to look after, so I can appreciate the trail more now, and take the time to value each hand-carved effort. I am absolutely thrilled when boxes are clever and well-planned - there is nothing like the feeling of accomplishment when you finally get your hands on that fantastic prize that took research and careful hunting to find. I can really enjoy the hobby now, at this point in my life. So, in the midst of just enjoying the hobby, I realized I was super close to the magical F-1000.

Well, this Nettle-d and muggled box certainly
wasn't the box that put me over the mark! Sad.

So, Obimaster and I hit the trail a couple of days ago in search of the last 7 boxes necessary. Unfortunately, I chose a rather hard group of older boxes planted for a long-past event in a rather primitive and obscure park (at least obscure to us!). We were literally eaten alive by mosquitoes on a rather hot day to be on the trail, and with so many of the clue markers gone or overgrown , we were not as successful as hoped. But, I was not to be deterred.

The next day, Samsonite and I made plans to try to snag some urban boxes in my old South Hill neighborhood. And while urban parks tend not to be my favorite (mostly due to muggles and goose poo), we were much more successful and passed the mark with ease! Woohoo!

This urban park is a particularly wonderful one -
Wildwood Park in Puyallup is a great example of
untouched forest growth and nice trails.

We were on such a high that we nabbed a couple more, just for good measure! Fine boxes, too, I might add. It was a beautiful summer evening to walk in the cool of the forest and successfully find what we were seeking. I am always grateful to planters for taking us to places we wouldn't otherwise have visited.

SHH & Samsonite

I drug Samsonite (almost kicking and screaming) into letterboxing many years ago. She has boxed by my side in good and bad times, in good and bad weather, and with all the folks who wanted to tag along. She agreed to my crazy idea of meeting letterboxers on a month-long, cross-country field trip with our homeschooled kiddos, and she learned how to navigate clues, duck nettles, 'hurry' to beat darkness on the trail, carve stamps, create LTCs, choose trailnames, and plant letterboxes. It is most fitting that she was with me when we found the 1,000 find in my logbook. I am grateful and honored to have her as my long-time boxing buddy, map-reader, spider-wrangler, and bathroom-finder. Without you, Lis, how could I ever have reached this milestone?? Truth be told, she has a few more before she reaches the magical milestone, but we are gonna work on that :)

Debrief.

2022-07-12T15:09:00.002-07:00

I have wanted to write a fantastic narrative of our month-long road trip that was to be the celebration of my final graduation. But somehow it turned out somewhat differently than I expected, and I can't seem to get myself in a mental space to write about it. Don't get me wrong - it was a memorable and worthwhile trip. I am so glad we did it. But perhaps I am just getting older, and let's face it: you just can't duplicate past times that live in your memories into reality.

We traveled 6,379 miles and stayed in 18 hotel rooms over 28 days, visited 13+ museums, including the presidential museums of Hoover, Truman, Lincoln (amazingly on Juneteenth!), and Eisenhower. We explored national monuments - Dinosaur, Devils Tower, Mt. Rushmore, Crazy Horse, Cahokia Mounds, Antelope Island-Great Salt Lake, Little Bighorn Battlefield, and the Badlands. We were awed by Fish Creek Falls (in Colorado), Shoshone Falls (in Idaho), and the Denver Botanic Gardens. We experienced American kitsch with the world's largest catsup bottle (in Illinois), the giant Van Gogh sunflowers (in Kansas), the Corn Palace and Wall Drug (both in South Dakota), and stopped at the Budweiser headquarters (in St. Louis). And as a special surprise, we even happened onto the Denver Pride Parade! We explored Butte, Rapid City, Des Moines, Peoria, St. Louis, Salina, Salt Lake City, and so many other towns I cannot even remember. We tried to eat in restaurants that featured local favorites like the Springfield 'horseshoe' at Abe's Hideout, and historic diners like Ariston on Route 66 (however, we did cave to the occasional Cracker Barrel and Cane's). We snapped thousands of photos, stopped at too many gas stations and truck stops to remember, were glad we brought a snack bag and refillable water bottles, and were thankful for Purple seat pads in the car. All in all, we had a great time learning, laughing, and sweltering in the heat that hovered in the high 90s most of the journey.

We also managed to find 20 letterboxes along the way, and as you can imagine, visited many cemeteries. Unfortunately, all my planned letterboxes to plant (10+, and a whole bag of HHs) along with our sig-stamps and logbook were stolen the first night in a smash-n-grab, so we were not able to plant any along the way (such a bummer). But, we rebounded by grabbing a store-bought stamp to use as a sig-stamp, a fresh logbook, several colors of new ink, and made the best of it. As usual, planters across the country took us to places we would not have found otherwise.

I made a photo book of the trip for a keepsake, and I will drop the intro and a few of my favorites snaps here. I hope you enjoy looking at them as much as we enjoyed exploring our vast and diverse country.

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[Intro]

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So, throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ~Mark Twain

Taking extended road trips are, by far, the most challenging, inspiring, memorable, and beneficial things I have done in my lifetime. So, when I was thinking of a way to mark the end of my near-decade in higher education, the only thing that came to mind was a cross-country road trip with my lifemates – Chuck, Lisa, and Taylor. Driving across the states is different than flying – you are not only an observer but a participant in the traffic, the landscape, and the people that occupy those places you are traveling through. It is simply something I live and yearn for. Big sky. The open road. Small towns. Busy cities. Making connections with strangers and contemplating what it is like for those that live in those places. It is all glorious.

I set to planning with one goal in mind: for Chuck to revisit his childhood places and remembrances in Illinois. I envisioned each day getting there as a day-trip packed with the most interesting, engaging stops. I think we fulfilled that goal.

It was so very different from other extended road trips I have taken. The political climate of the country has all Americans at odds with one another in some way. There was underlying stress from the COVID-19 pandemic, which was still ravaging many places in the US. Mask wearing was contentious in some places, and we felt the anxiety in various ways. Gas prices were at an all-time high, a fact that was not present when I was planning, but thankfully we had budgeted enough to cover the added expense. But what presented the biggest challenge was the first night out; we were victims of a smash-n-grab in my own hometown. Taping the back and side passenger window created additional road noise, but more so, it prevented full view to whoever was in the back seat. We managed but must admit that it created stress and strategy each time we parked.

The following photographs not only capture what interested us enough to snap a pic, but it also tells a story of our time and experience as we crossed the Midwest and back. We are not sorry we went; in fact, we would do it all again. We all learned, as travelers always do, about ourselves, each other, and how much we really don’t know about the environment, other people, and their experience. We explored, dreamed, and discovered far more than we expected. That alone made this journey worthwhile.

tapin' up the damage

we were unaware that Wallace, Idaho
was the center of the universe!

Huckleberry shakes at Winki's Diner
in Montana

those bonnets were amazingly effective in the 100* heat ...
too bad they looked so awkward!

stoppin' for some swag

Pride was awesome in Denver!

Until next time.

And on another note ...

2022-07-07T19:20:00.001-07:00

This post is not about letterboxing, but it may be useful for those especially taken with house plants.

So, as you may know, we took a month-long road trip across the country. There is so much to say about that, but it will keep for now (more posts to come!). One of the conundrums when considering leaving the house unoccupied for a month was how to keep the house plants from withering from lack of water. Well, we discovered a great DIY method, and you know what? It worked like a freakin' charm!!

this is what I found upon returning
from our road trip - happy plants!

Look closely - we positioned the plant over a bucket of water, using the lid with holes cut in it. Then we poked a cotton (doubled-over) clothesline up through the hole(s) in the pot and pulled it through to the top of the dirt. We dangled the clothesline into the water in the bucket, and voila! the clothesline wicked up water and kept the dirt in the pot at just the right moisture level!

The clothesline was coaxed through the bottom of the pot, and
laid on top the dirt. The other end dangled out the bottom of the pot and into
the water. It wicked the water up into the soil, thus watering the plant!

All the plants, including my picky Ginseng Ficus bonsai, were watered and happy during our absence. I must admit I was a bit skeptical it would work, but really had nothing else to try. I am thrilled it worked ... and so were my plants!

I actually had this string of pearls sitting over a smaller bucket while we were gone. It did so well I decided to continue with the wicking-cotton method; I rigged up a small container to hold the water.

here you can see the cotton clothesline
dangling into the water

Prior to leaving, we arranged them all under one of our skylights, which I am sure, didn't hurt. No direct sunlight, but lots of light.

So, you may want to give this a try the next time you have to leave your plant-babies unattended over scheduled watering. Just make sure you use cotton clothesline, or something similar, that readily wicks water (not plastic or poly-anything). We used cheap buckets from Ace Hardware and cut holes in the lids with a hole-cutting drill bit. The hardest (and messiest) part was running the doubled clothesline through the bottom of the pot to the top; I taped the tip to help poke it through. You can separate the clothesline into smaller strands for smaller pots/holes.

Have you had to leave your house plants for extended periods of time? What did you do to keep them watered and happy?

These rock!

2022-06-08T09:57:00.001-07:00

I have learned a few things about making letter-rocks:

1. This technique is basically just covering the plastic box with concrete instead of duck tape.

2. These rocks are incredibly easy to hide!

3. I am more concerned with the boxes getting brittle over time than I am with the concrete breaking apart.

4. I have started to spray paint the tops a darker color (I like brown to look like generic dirt) and black on the bottom/lid. This is to facilitate even more camouflage.

5. I have taken to covering the wet concrete with play sand to give more natural rock texture. I have contemplated leaving them more smooth to mimic cobbles, but haven't attempted that yet.

6. In my climate the rocks take 48 - 72 hours to fully dry/cure. It is difficult for me not to manipulate them earlier, but I have had them break apart in my hands because of it.

7. My favorite rocks are the smaller ones that cover a black film canister (microbox). These are incredibly easy and fun to hide!

newly minted letter-rocks

spraying the bottom with matte black -
yeah, it will scratch off a bit, but most will stay

the microbox rocks are almost ready to paint and pack for planting!

I am interested in your experience with hiding and finding these types of boxes. I have now planted in camo taped and/or painted boxes, pouches, mag-boxes, and now fake rocks. What other clever ways have you planted letterboxes?

Last minute planning.

2022-06-05T13:44:00.004-07:00

We are in the home stretch prior to the much-anticipated cross-country road trip to celebrate my final graduation! We leave Friday armed with many letterboxes to plant and clues to search, along with reservations, and many plans to visit places we have not seen!

This is a little series I plan to plant in random stops along the way.

These microboxes will be 'cleverly disguised as rocks,' and should be both fun to plant and find! Each stamp is an inch or less.

And now, I am off to carve a stamp to commemorate Obimaster's old high school back in Pekin, Illinois. The historic school built in the 1910s, was torn down to make way for - wait for it - a Dollar Store. What??

Yeah. So it deserves a letterbox, wouldn't you agree?

stamp inspiration

Yellow Stazon.

2022-05-17T12:33:00.000-07:00

Q: "I am interested in the use of Stazon to set the toner. You say you "tapped" the ink over the image. Can you explain further? Thank you!"

Yes, and thank you for the question!

This has to be one of the best tips I have received since I have returned to 'boxing - maybe even since I began carving so long ago. I have used this technique now for parchment transfer as well as pencil transfer. The contrast is somehow such that I can get more precise carving than when I don't use it.

It is simple: after transferring your image to the carving material, simply tap the ink pad over the entire image. I roughly 'cut out' the image from the larger piece of material I am using to ensure I only ink the image I want to carve, not material I may wish to use later. Once you give it a go, you will understand 'tapping' - gently applying a thin layer of ink to the image. I am careful not to apply too much ink because it will take a bit longer to dry. Then, after tapping ink all over the image, I set it aside and let it dry. This only take a short time - no more than 30 minutes, for sure, and more than likely much less. Then it is ready to carve.

I hope that helps explain the use of yellow Stazon ink for carving - for me, it really makes the transferred lines/shapes pop to accommodate more precise carving.

Hittin' the Louisiana Trail.

2022-05-17T12:04:00.000-07:00

Oh man, it has been too long! My dear friend Mama Cache and I, along with the intrepid Blarg, got to spend two glorious days letterboxing in and around the Baton Rouge area. We had an incredible time! We managed to snag 18 - yes, 18! - boxes, catch up face-to-face, tried a bit of 'gator, hung out on the campus of LSU, evaded snakes and spiders, visited many cemeteries and even a couple plantation homes, and enjoyed the warm, southern temperatures.

don't wrinkle your nose -
that gator tasted great!

I just love her sig-stamp,
and our little stamp snugged up right in the notch - cool!

Port Hudson battlefield

Confederate Cemetery @ Centenary

let's geaux!

I may have left a bit of my carving efforts behind ... *wink*

A huge THANK YOU to MC for playing tour guide,
and for all the laughs, ticks, and sweat that made the days so memorable!