Boxing in Guelph

So, I'm just back from a lovely day of letterboxing up in Guelph, Ontario - they are very fertile lands.  As per usual, I took my letterboxing pack, my logbook, some extra ziplocks (cuz ya never know), my Marvies & sig stamps in my zippered case, my iPhone (maps, compass, access to clues), and my wallet.  What you don't see is that I also take  my camera and two pairs of shoes - I learned my lesson.

Bon voyage from my feline supervisor.

See? There she is, watching me go.  Guilt sets in.

The drive to Guelph from Burlington is always a nice one. It's a simple drive up the Niagara escarpment via Hwy 6 and usually only takes around 30 minutes.  I went to the University of Guelph back in the day, so I'm pretty familiar with the roads up there, so as a whole letterboxing in Guelph is always a calm and and enjoyable experience.

First up: Deer Crossing. This one I had already attempted back in the early spring.  Luckily, second time around, I found the box - which was a good thing, Lone R had made another delightful box and I loved the carve.

Next up: Acting Like an Idiom by Fiddleheads and Seeking Sylvie Sylvilagus by Lone R. Success with both of these boxes, which each reference a similar landmark in their clues.  Thus far, I hadn't been munched on too badly by the 'squiters, but the day was still early.

One delightful thing I found were some stacks of balanced stones.  Just like letterboxing, I love the idea of something new and magical is out there in the woods. I'm not sure how long these particular stacks were there because it was clear that there was a couple stacks had toppled, but the others looked like they were there for some time.  I remember seeing an incident on the news about some folks seeing balanced rocks in the Humber River last year and being sad that I couldn't see it in person, so it was a delight to see this.

 

Next up,  Who Doesn't Love a Picnic? by the Landmark Leapsters. You know who? Me.  Not a picnic fan. You get eaten by bugs - just like I did when I found this box.  Great carve and theme, but I could have used a few less mosquitoes. 

I then went for another hike to find the Little Tract Letterbox by Lone R and got munched on a little more.  It was at this point that I recalled the words of the nice ladies at Canadian Blood Services who told me I can't give blood any more often than two months because it's bad for me - I think the mosquitoes got more blood from me than they do when I give blood.  Something to watch for... Go give blood!

My first hiccup of the day came when I went to go find Water Lily's Comberton Mazles box.  The Jesuit Centre was hosting a large local food festival and the site was swarming with muggles.  When I got to the location of the box, I was slightly alarmed - the hedge the box was located in looked like it has been blown away by a small tornado - and the box was directly out in the open.  I have no idea how no one noticed it.  It took me five minutes to grab it because there were so many people wandering around.  Then, the book was soaked... Poor box, it's been having a rough time.

Nearby, I found another Lone R box, Peace in the Park.  After a nice jaunt (and some side stepping of more muggles celebrating something or other) I found the box.  I got a little turned around due to not paying attention to the landmarks and because of some overgrown grass, but the delay only resulted in more time for the 'squiters to munch on me.  Circle of life, and all that.

I then headed back into Guelph proper to visit a beautiful garden and find Fiddlehead's Thrift Flower Up the Garden Path.  Nothing thrifty about this box; the stamp was perfection, the box was perfect, the location was spectacular and the clues were cute. 

Back into the downtown, I sought out the first of the Justice League of Guelph series. After waiting out some muggles, the find was find.  When I went for the second box, it was clear that the muggles there would outlast me.  Then the third box wasn't where I expected it - I'll have to try again later.  At that point, having found nine boxes and three hitchhikers, I decided to end the day.

On the way back to my car, going over the bridge, I came across a very friendly black and white spider.  He was very photogenic and allowed me to get close with my macro lens to snap some shots - he put on his cheeriest smile for the camera.

Happy trails!

Love and hate for LTCs

Here I go again with my second attempt at this LTC thing. I don't think I'm quite cut out for LTCs, mostly I just don't get the joy in sending out really intricate (let's face it) art projects.

What I do like about LTCs is receiving a slew of stamp impressions of a certain topic that you like.  When you go out letterboxing, you're at the mercy of whatever is planted in a given area; when you participate in an LTC exchange, you can decide to join based on a theme... That's what I like.

So, after my recently planted Can't Stop the Signal series, I am participating an an LTC exchange for all things Joss Whedon. I plan on making three cards to send, each using the stamps I created for my letterbox series.  As with the last time I participated in an LTC exchange, although I'm really excited to see what others carve, sometimes I think I've bitten off more than I can chew.


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Here they are before they are cut and made into whatever I'm going to do for these LTCs.  Wish me luck!

Inara, Mal, Jayne, and my harshest critic who is clearly unimpressed with the images.

Mystery clue

Today, I finally managed to get a box planted and the clue finished.  You can try your hand now at The Purloined Letter letterbox.  I'm not spoiling anything by saying that The Purloined Letter is one of Edgar Allen Poe's short story mysteries.  The carve itself is cute, but I spent a lot of time designing the clue, which I also post here:

I spent a lot of time on this image to get it juuuuust right.  I'm not very good at graphics and image editing, so it took me a long time to create this.  I'm really hoping that the clue works at all - and mostly, I'm hoping that once folks figure it out, they will have that aha! moment and a smile on their face.  Time for the count down...  That's the worst part for me, waiting for the first finder.

Back to carving.

How to not get a box finished

So, I came up with an idea, found a fantastic image, had it printed and transferred, and now I'm stuck unable to force myself to finish the carve.

To go back a bit, the idea actually came from a location first - a place I had been to a couple of times and always stuck out in my head as somewhere I really wanted to plant given the opportunity.  I wanted a big, intricate carve for the location - the location demands it - and spend quite a bit of time looking for the perfect image. (I'm not creative and can't draw. Finding something was a must.)  I found the perfect image and, with a new photocopy image and blender pen in hand, proceeded to transfer this 12 centimetre square image on some newly purchased pink stuff.*  

Unfortunately, this is where things went wrong.  I began to carve the complicated image and then promptly lost interest in the carve.  I still love the image, still want the box done, but can't muster the enthusiasm necessary to finish the carve. I feel like it will take forever and I'm having a hard time dedicating the time.  To make matters worse, I can't bring myself to start another carve - even when the next carve on my agenda is a new sig stamp (my current one is about 5 stamps away from total destruction). Essentially, it's interrupting my carving groove.

Now I am stuck in limbo, unenthusiastically carving a little each night - essentially forcing myself to do so to try to get it done.  I feel like it will never be done.

The offending carve.

*In retrospect, given the nature of this image, I wish I had held out and used Firm Cut instead.  Live and learn.

Remembering the Remembering the Railroads Meet

Okay, so it's been a couple weeks, but what better time to rehash the Remember the Railroads meet than when I'm stuck home on a Saturday night with food poisoning? (Rhetorical.)

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.

Off to Waterworks Park to meet everyone... Sign into the park says to use the hill at my own risk and it occurs to me that the meet itself could have been an elaborate ruse to confuse and haze new letterboxers.  Luckily my rusted out Mazda made it down the hill and I finally met some fantastic boxers.

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.)

High density bird living.

The last few boxes I found in Pinafore Park, where, based on the clues and dates the boxes were planted, were part of previous year's letterboxing meets. The park was just amazing and I wish I had more energy to continue and search them all out - but as it was, I was swaying as I stood.  Fun fact: the park has some amazing bird condos.  Love them.  It's this decade's answer to suburban birdhouse sprawl.

I had planned out a lot of boxes to find that day, but having left so early in the morning from Burlington, I petered out pretty fast.  On my way home, I planted my new 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.

Along came a bumble bee...

So the other morning, I wake up for the day, go downstairs to the basement bathroom and begin my morning preparations for the day. With my glasses off, feeling around trying to find my contacts case, I suddenly see in the mirror this enormous black entity start crawling across the carpet behind me.  The cat was watching it bemusedly.

I lunge for my glasses (scared, of course, that it was some sort of spider on some homicidal mission to take control of my home in a baby-step effort to one day take over the world) and slipping them on stared, puzzled, at one of the largest bumble bees I've seen crawling over the carpet in my basement.

Unhappy bumble bee waiting to be released...

Why was she there? How did she get in? Is there a bumble nest somewhere in my finished basement? Why is my cat so entertained by bugs?

I love bees dearly, bumble bees and squash bees in particular, so I grabbed a notebook and a tupperware container, lifted the lady up, and took her on outside to greet the day.  She wasn't entirely happy with this turn of events, but happily flew off to visit some flowers in the garden.

So, it might be a sign; I picked Bumble* as my trail name for a reason, but I nevertheless proceeded to carve a cute bumble bee series that I hope to plant soon...

Runway clear; ready for take off.

Tomorrow, I'm off to the Remember the Railroads mini meet in St. Thomas, hosted by Big Blue Team.  I'm excited and looking very forward to it - the pasta salad is made and ready to go.

*Actually, it was BumbleAlong until recently.  But that was only because AtlasQuest wouldn't let me register Bumble as my trail name at the time, apparently because it was too close to some existing name.  On a whim, I tried to change it and it let me.  So there you go.

Happy Victoria Day long weekend!

There's nothing quite like a long weekend to get away from work and get back to important things. Like letterboxing.  This weekend, I went with a good friend of mine up to Milton to try our hands at the Ancient Greek Revellers series. We were successful and the carves and locations were fantastic.  We got a beautiful tour of the Mt. Nemo conservation area, as well as feasted upon by hungry black flies.  My ankles are still itching, but it was well worth it!

We were going to try some of the other Ancient Greek series, but it took us a lot longer than expected to ferret out these three boxes.  We had a great time though and were given some beautiful views as compensation for our time ;)

I'm now only two boxes away from having found 100 - the mini-meet scheduled for this coming weekend in St. Thomas should cure that.

However, the rain has started back up once again, so it's back to stamp carving yet again.  This means, however, that I have a whole stack of carves just waiting to be planted, so it's time for making the boxes and logbooks... I've tried my hand at making some log books as I have a terrible time finding any worth buying that are the right size. I'm trying to make the logbook part a little more enjoyable, and it's going well so far.  Luckily, I find a place before I begin to create a new box, so all these guys have homes, I just need some time to get out there.

Shouldn't have made that left turn at Albuquerque

Hello letterbox land!

So, the week is over, four day long weekend full of letterboxing planned.  Now, the weather is trying once again to thwart such activities, but I will not be swayed.  Even if I am soaked to the bone, so long as I can somehow figure out how to keep logbooks dry, I'm going.  Perhaps there should be rain safe icon on AtlasQuest...

This past weekend, I was fortunate enough to see the Bugs Bunny Symphony at the Sony Centre in Toronto (fantastic, flawless performance - loved the integration with the classic cartoons - if you have the opportunity to see it, GO!).  The performance along with it being Easter weekend has inspired me to carve a hitchhiking Bugs which I'll hopefully be able to plant this weekend in my travels, along with my other two ready-to-plant traditional boxes.

Since I don't really think there is any real spoiler in showing the hitchhiker image (which you'll probably never see in real life), here is the progress of the of the image and carve.  The top two left pics are the printed Bugs - I used both to create a Bugs that had his thumb out like a hitchhiker.  You then to the right of that see a part-way carve, then along the bottom, finishing and cleaning the waskawy wabbit up. 

 

Happy long weekend!

To love and hate logbooks

Disclaimer: As I am currently under the influence of heavy medications due to some recent significant dental work that involved drilling into my jaw bone, please note that none of the following comments reflect the opinions of either myself or anyone in the letterboxing community, but rather are the official view of the voices in my head.

The weather is killing me.  Yesterday it rained, and today it is raining and snowing. It has no business snowing on April 17th!  I have had a great letterboxing trek planned that has been thwarted two weekends in a row by weather.  I also have two boxes that are ready for planting, also thwarted by the rain.  And to make matters worse, my work has decided to replace all its photocopiers to these shiny new ones that, you guessed it, do not lend to transfers.  The Hamilton library system, also brand new non-boxy photocopiers. I've been all over town - all shiny new copiers. Aren't we just coming out of a recession??? Either the recession was a lie, or there is some huge conspiracy involving the big three photocopy machine makers, the banks, and the Harper government. It's the only logical answer.

Anyways, logbooks.  I hate 'em.  I love to carve, and the logbook always ends up as the last-minute what-the-heck-am-I-gonna-use-oh-shoot.  And if I have some little books, they are never compatible with whatever size lock and lock I'm going to use.  I'm also not that big on making them, except for those for my microboxes.

But on the other hand, I love finding boxing with logbooks containing multiple entries. There's nothing like coming to a relatively older box that has many entries that you can sit and peruse at your leisure. That's why I never understood why people want to be first finders... You end up stamping into an essentially blank log book.  I love books that are filled with stamps and fingerprints and short messages with stories of how the last few people found the box.

Unfortunately, there aren't many older boxes in my area.  Well, in fact, in my immediate area, all the boxes are mine so the issue is moot.  But thanks to the hard work of some of the original Ontario letterboxers, there are some amazing boxes around that have fantastic logbooks with lots of entries if I'm willing to travel.  However, state-side boxing is a completely different story.  I guess just from the sheer number of letterboxers in the US, when you find even a new letterbox there are already many, many entries in the log.

Grumble, grumble.

Mal... bad... in the Latin

I've been a bad blogger... BAD! Many apologies.  I'm happy to say though that since last post, I've been carving up a storm and planting and planting and planting and planting (and planting and planting).

And finally, just now, I've added my newest box, Hic Sunt Dracones, which is my favourite box at this point and has been in the works almost since the beginning.  I had carved this difficult stamp months ago knowing where I wanted to put it and how I wanted the clue.  Finally, tonight I put the finishing touches on my hand-drawn map and after having planted the box on the weekend, the clue is now live.

Now I just have to sit on pins and needles until someone (hopefully) finds it.  And not for nothing, but let's just say that *I* would want to be the first finder on my new box.  Just sayin'...