So, St. Thomas is a beautiful place and all in all somewhere I haven't taken the proper time to visit. I tried to go in early in the morning in order to snag a few boxes before we checked in. A Fiddleheads box on the 401: nowhere to be found... First Big Blue Team box: exactly where it was supposed to be, but now my feet are soaked. Next box, attached to the proper tree, but tree now on the ground.
Finally off to get some boxes. Ended up going to the museum and learning about Jumbo. In horrific detail. I want this to be a family-oriented blog, so I'll spare you all the gory details, but Jumbo didn't have a peaceful death.
I was off then to find quite a number of other boxes, had lunch with the boxers and did some more exchanges, and then back out to nip a few more boxes. Along the way, I learned about St. Thomas, the war, the City's influence on the national and international railways... and I became jealous of Big Blue Team's ability to convince unsuspecting store owners to keep boxes in their stores. But, I have to say, it makes economic sense: I think I bought something in just about every place I went. (I am now the proud owner of a beautiful elephant tea set.)
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Annandale box (found a mere 24 hours later). I was lucky enough to find the perfect place to plant the box... Love it.
All in all, a fantastic day.