Annual YaYa Birthday trip...
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Well, it's about time again for our annual YaYa weekend away for my birthday. This year we are going to drive to Florence and letterbox all the way up to Lincoln City where Jen's brother got us a room for $30 in the hotel he works at. It will be nice to get away. More later.
Fam-Ya Boxing.............by M
Monday, April 2, 2007
It's spring break...it's not raining...what should we do?.........Let's letterbox!
And that's just what we did last Friday. The 3 Ya-Yas gathered our children of all ages.....that's right - ALL 14 of them!...and met at Elijah Bristow State Park for a picnic, a beautiful hike and a marathon hunt.
Seven boxes in this series kept all of us busy for about 4 hours with only a moderate amount of whining. We got to visit with 3 horses while we were there and a few dogs as well. Cameras flashed from several angles all day as we captured pic after fabulous pic of our wonderful adventure. Spirits remained high all day and persistence paid off as we logged into all 7 boxes.
Laughter and smiling faces followed us all day and we made lots of memories together...again. Word spread of our little adventure and an interest was piqued in another family to join our letterboxing clan. Sounds fun to me...after all, what's another 6 or 10 people when you already have 17?!
Ahh, I can feel summer coming and I can't wait! Now, if I could only teach a few of them to carve we could do some major planting!!
And that's just what we did last Friday. The 3 Ya-Yas gathered our children of all ages.....that's right - ALL 14 of them!...and met at Elijah Bristow State Park for a picnic, a beautiful hike and a marathon hunt.
Seven boxes in this series kept all of us busy for about 4 hours with only a moderate amount of whining. We got to visit with 3 horses while we were there and a few dogs as well. Cameras flashed from several angles all day as we captured pic after fabulous pic of our wonderful adventure. Spirits remained high all day and persistence paid off as we logged into all 7 boxes.
Laughter and smiling faces followed us all day and we made lots of memories together...again. Word spread of our little adventure and an interest was piqued in another family to join our letterboxing clan. Sounds fun to me...after all, what's another 6 or 10 people when you already have 17?!
Ahh, I can feel summer coming and I can't wait! Now, if I could only teach a few of them to carve we could do some major planting!!
All the World's A Stage...
Monday, March 19, 2007
Good morrow, dear friend. I expect thou hast come upon this place to hunt a letterbox. Well then, I shall no more detain thee.
Surround thyself with the world of theatre. Cobblestone and sloping hill invite an afternoon's respite and entertainment if thou art in the right frame of mind. From hence, search out the smallish courtyard tucked tightly in the square that wouldst remind thee of dear Verona. I am sure good merchant Martino wouldst not mind though he hast hidden 't away. From there descend the stair, 5 flights in all, to the bottom near the market. There are two benches placed there for thy resting.
If thee need not a rest, follow the path to thy left and look for the founding father's stone. At the stone go left again on another path. And yet again at number 4 to enjoy a stroll around the lovely pond. Find a small crossing to ford the stream and step upon the cobblestone path.
A choice lay before thee of two cobbled paths. Choose RIGHT, my friend. Both wilt take thee wherest thou wish; to where cobbles end and a new path begins. Travel right to the first lamppost and 15 paces down to the low stone wall. The Lord of this wood hath thought to provide benches to rest upon. If thou art wearied from thy walking I pray thee sit a while.
Avoid the CENTER of civility and follow the stone wall to where the oak and the pine intertwine. Stop for a moment's repose where Lord Harrison dipped his toes. Follow the laughter of wee lords and ladies where they play homage to Lord Butler.
Across from the web is a hind's path above ivy. Westward along boundary's edge to where the paved path ends and onward... past the tree with stoney roots.
When you reach the footbridge do not be tempted with its crossing. The troll's toll is too high a price to pay for your honor.
Here is where thy hunting truly begins. If thou didst not think to bring along thy faithful companion, or if thou doest have no faithful companion, number 18 will stand readily at your side as thou observest those that have gone before thee. A lantern is hung from above. Stand thee in its shining and spy a round respite across the creek. Count your paces, two score full, and climb the winding stair which should now be at thy left.
At the top of the stair bear right on the trail and take note of a large and twisted manzanita tree. Upon its sprawling arms lovers hath carved the mark of their truest love and friends in friendship do bind themelves hence.
The bannished box is near restored. It lies at rest in the bosom of this fine tree 'neath the forest litter. Well done, my earnest friend. Take a breath and rest thy weary bones. Enjoy a seat upon the path and pause to take good note how all the world's a STAGE.
Surround thyself with the world of theatre. Cobblestone and sloping hill invite an afternoon's respite and entertainment if thou art in the right frame of mind. From hence, search out the smallish courtyard tucked tightly in the square that wouldst remind thee of dear Verona. I am sure good merchant Martino wouldst not mind though he hast hidden 't away. From there descend the stair, 5 flights in all, to the bottom near the market. There are two benches placed there for thy resting.
"Into the park: we two must go together. "
If thee need not a rest, follow the path to thy left and look for the founding father's stone. At the stone go left again on another path. And yet again at number 4 to enjoy a stroll around the lovely pond. Find a small crossing to ford the stream and step upon the cobblestone path.
A choice lay before thee of two cobbled paths. Choose RIGHT, my friend. Both wilt take thee wherest thou wish; to where cobbles end and a new path begins. Travel right to the first lamppost and 15 paces down to the low stone wall. The Lord of this wood hath thought to provide benches to rest upon. If thou art wearied from thy walking I pray thee sit a while.
Avoid the CENTER of civility and follow the stone wall to where the oak and the pine intertwine. Stop for a moment's repose where Lord Harrison dipped his toes. Follow the laughter of wee lords and ladies where they play homage to Lord Butler.
"The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together"
All's Well that Ends Well: IV, iii
Across from the web is a hind's path above ivy. Westward along boundary's edge to where the paved path ends and onward... past the tree with stoney roots.
When you reach the footbridge do not be tempted with its crossing. The troll's toll is too high a price to pay for your honor.
"Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt--"
Titus Andronicus: IV, i
Here is where thy hunting truly begins. If thou didst not think to bring along thy faithful companion, or if thou doest have no faithful companion, number 18 will stand readily at your side as thou observest those that have gone before thee. A lantern is hung from above. Stand thee in its shining and spy a round respite across the creek. Count your paces, two score full, and climb the winding stair which should now be at thy left.
"Run, run, orlando; carve on every tree"
As You Like It: III, ii
At the top of the stair bear right on the trail and take note of a large and twisted manzanita tree. Upon its sprawling arms lovers hath carved the mark of their truest love and friends in friendship do bind themelves hence.
"I found him under a tree, like a dropped acorn."
As You Like It: III, ii
The bannished box is near restored. It lies at rest in the bosom of this fine tree 'neath the forest litter. Well done, my earnest friend. Take a breath and rest thy weary bones. Enjoy a seat upon the path and pause to take good note how all the world's a STAGE.
"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts,"
As You Like It: II, vii
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