Sunday, February 27, 2011

There should be a patch for that...

Every letterboxer has that story. You know, the one they love to tell. I love hearing them all. Us letterboxers have a way of getting ourselves into sticky and funny situations. There are many typical caught-in-the-act stories when a letterboxer is approached and asked what they are doing. Then they have to quickly think of a reason they are pushing the bushes around off trail. If you have a dog with you, like I often do, it's easier. "My dog lost his ball." For example. Once I found a box in a park after dark when the park was closed. I parked as close as I could. The box was so close I just brought it back to my car to log in, then left the engine running when I re-planted it. On my way back to my car a creepy looking man was walking toward me asking what I thought I was doing. I jumped in my car, calling out "I lost my glove, no worries, I found it!" and took off. You can even get patches for some stories to sew onto your pack. Badges worn with pride to show what you will go through for a letterbox. Then there are THOSE stories. The ones of letterboxers inadvertently stumbling over a couple having a roll in the hay in the woods. I thought this might only happen after dark, or at least so rarely that I didn't have to worry about it. But alas, it must not be that rare. While boxing in a park near Puyallup Washington just with Superpup I was so focused on clues and trails I didn't notice most the parking lots were empty. Aside from the men playing with their toy RC cars in the children's play area there was no one in the whole park except for this white SUV in a lot further down. The path I was on was above the lot and it curled around the lot going downhill till after about 180 degrees it was below the lot. So I had a lot of time to watch this SUV, which I didn't much notice at first. It was Superpup who noticed first, actually. He heard a scream and we both looked over the SUV to the woods further below thinking there must be a group of kids further up the trail. We listened longer till we heard the scream again and realized it was coming from the SUV... windows fogged... rocking back and forth a lone socked foot sticking out the back window. Yup, there should be a patch for that.