Wiffleball Series (boxes 1 and 2 missing) LbNA #10049 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Aug 13, 2004 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Melrose/Saugus/Danvers |
| County: | Essex |
| State: | Massachusetts |
| Boxes: | 3 |
| Planted by: | rebbi  |
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| Found by: | oldhounder & Siamese (3) |
| Last found: | Oct 17, 2005 |
| Status: | FFFFF |
| Last edited: | Aug 13, 2004 |
Wiffleball 1: "The Ball"
This area is normally very quiet with not many people, but please be careful when stamping your book- there is a place to sit nearby that will not give the location away.
Directions: Take the Lynn Fells Parkway exit off of Route 1 in Saugus- pass Target and Shaws, then the entrance to Breakheart Reservation on your right.
Continue almost 2 miles down this street (Soc's ice cream is always a good stop before or after letterboxing in the warm months) until you see wiffleball's "green monster" on your left. If you see a big shell on your right, you've gone too far. Park and be careful crossing the street!
Enter the park across from Nelson's gate and step down onto the field. A tall, piny pitcher waits for you to step up to the batting box. You say, "oaky dokey!" and do so. In the far outfield, the biggest member of the Red Mapleleafs, the opposing team, looms broadly.
...From the stretch... the pitch... you swing, and BOOM! You've hit the ball further than you've ever dreamed was possible with an ordinary plastic bat and ball! It soars past the pitcher, past that outfielder and into deep left field... A HOME RUN!
The ball lands in the stands and bounces from a group of two fans, to a group of four, and finally lands at the feet of two skinny folks squeezed in next to four with more girth. Who will get the souvenir ball in the end? You, I hope!
Well, the game's over, but you still want to work on your batting; that was the first homerun you've had in a while!
Wiffleball 2: "The Bat" ++ currently missing-- when I went to check on it, the book was missing and it was all torn apart. I'm getting it set up again, and I'll have to rehide it; the clues may change! ++
This is a pretty easy walk-- short-- but you may want to bring good shoes or a bike, a bathing suit in warm months, or snowshoes for the winter months, as the reservation nearby has great trails and a lake for swimming.
Coming back from getting your souvenir ball, you decide to take in some batting practice at the local Babe Ruth League field, right before the woods path at Breakheart Reservation.
Do you have your permit? Well, for today, you don't need one, not for this activity at least! You stand at home plate and get into your stance. The thin, yellow, plastic bat feels good in your hands. It's neat to be on a real field! Your buddy pitches the ball, you swing, and "crack!" The bat breaks! You've never seen that happen...
Oh well. You just need the bat boy to come bring you another bat. What? He's in the hockey rink getting a soda? Well, you'll just have to get it yourself. Boy, this is inconvenient. You've got to go where? Out there? Can't the centerfielder get it? Oh, I guess you're right-- he can't exactly climb that fence... Oh, and he's afraid of bushes? Okay, okay, you'll just have to take that walk and do it on your own....
What a strange place for a wiffleball bat! Oh well, it was worth it. Now, when you get back to home plate, make sure you're loose in the knees and keep your eye on the ball!
...What? Home plate is gone! Someone stole home?! We'd better go find it.
Wiffleball 3: "Home Plate" (This is the hardest of all three- hey you've gotta go up against the tougher teams SOMETIME...)
I hear the culprit went up Route 1, then got off Center. He soon caught sight of Ingersoll's training grounds and turned down his street.
Well, he kept going, and soon he remarked, "Hey! it's just like the warning track." He stopped across from the gardens and at the park's sign. He said to himself, "This park is definitely part of my life's course," and he set off down the fields, then into the woods on a quiet path. Twin oak columns, a low bridge, and a tree with a cartoon-like mousehole all kept him company along the way. When he saw the wooden H, he knew this was the place! He snuck into the wall and gingerly wedged Home Plate into it.
I do hope you find it-- we simply can't play wiffleball without our ball, our bat, and home plate!
This area is normally very quiet with not many people, but please be careful when stamping your book- there is a place to sit nearby that will not give the location away.
Directions: Take the Lynn Fells Parkway exit off of Route 1 in Saugus- pass Target and Shaws, then the entrance to Breakheart Reservation on your right.
Continue almost 2 miles down this street (Soc's ice cream is always a good stop before or after letterboxing in the warm months) until you see wiffleball's "green monster" on your left. If you see a big shell on your right, you've gone too far. Park and be careful crossing the street!
Enter the park across from Nelson's gate and step down onto the field. A tall, piny pitcher waits for you to step up to the batting box. You say, "oaky dokey!" and do so. In the far outfield, the biggest member of the Red Mapleleafs, the opposing team, looms broadly.
...From the stretch... the pitch... you swing, and BOOM! You've hit the ball further than you've ever dreamed was possible with an ordinary plastic bat and ball! It soars past the pitcher, past that outfielder and into deep left field... A HOME RUN!
The ball lands in the stands and bounces from a group of two fans, to a group of four, and finally lands at the feet of two skinny folks squeezed in next to four with more girth. Who will get the souvenir ball in the end? You, I hope!
Well, the game's over, but you still want to work on your batting; that was the first homerun you've had in a while!
Wiffleball 2: "The Bat" ++ currently missing-- when I went to check on it, the book was missing and it was all torn apart. I'm getting it set up again, and I'll have to rehide it; the clues may change! ++
This is a pretty easy walk-- short-- but you may want to bring good shoes or a bike, a bathing suit in warm months, or snowshoes for the winter months, as the reservation nearby has great trails and a lake for swimming.
Coming back from getting your souvenir ball, you decide to take in some batting practice at the local Babe Ruth League field, right before the woods path at Breakheart Reservation.
Do you have your permit? Well, for today, you don't need one, not for this activity at least! You stand at home plate and get into your stance. The thin, yellow, plastic bat feels good in your hands. It's neat to be on a real field! Your buddy pitches the ball, you swing, and "crack!" The bat breaks! You've never seen that happen...
Oh well. You just need the bat boy to come bring you another bat. What? He's in the hockey rink getting a soda? Well, you'll just have to get it yourself. Boy, this is inconvenient. You've got to go where? Out there? Can't the centerfielder get it? Oh, I guess you're right-- he can't exactly climb that fence... Oh, and he's afraid of bushes? Okay, okay, you'll just have to take that walk and do it on your own....
What a strange place for a wiffleball bat! Oh well, it was worth it. Now, when you get back to home plate, make sure you're loose in the knees and keep your eye on the ball!
...What? Home plate is gone! Someone stole home?! We'd better go find it.
Wiffleball 3: "Home Plate" (This is the hardest of all three- hey you've gotta go up against the tougher teams SOMETIME...)
I hear the culprit went up Route 1, then got off Center. He soon caught sight of Ingersoll's training grounds and turned down his street.
Well, he kept going, and soon he remarked, "Hey! it's just like the warning track." He stopped across from the gardens and at the park's sign. He said to himself, "This park is definitely part of my life's course," and he set off down the fields, then into the woods on a quiet path. Twin oak columns, a low bridge, and a tree with a cartoon-like mousehole all kept him company along the way. When he saw the wooden H, he knew this was the place! He snuck into the wall and gingerly wedged Home Plate into it.
I do hope you find it-- we simply can't play wiffleball without our ball, our bat, and home plate!