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Jumping Logs LbNA #10872

Owner:Adoptable
Plant date:Sep 12, 2004
Location:
City:Ambler
County:Montgomery
State:Pennsylvania
Boxes:1
Planted by:B & E
Found by: Trail Hikers
Last found:Jun 27, 2010
Status:FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFaFaaa
Last edited:Sep 12, 2004
JUMPING LOGS

B&E placed this box in the Armentrout Preserve in Blue Bell.
B&E's parents had taken them in the car to the intersection of Route 73 (Skippack Pike) and Penlyn Blue Bell Pike. From there, they had driven northward 1/2 mile to Beale Road. They had turned right, driven to the end of Beale Road and parked in the gravel area in the meadow. After they placed their first box (called, imaginatively, "B & E's First Box"), they returned to the parking area.

"OK now," E shouted, "let's check out those picnic tables!" They rushed to the picnic tables to search for food, but found that picnickers, being environmentally responsible, had left NO scraps behind. However, B & E were SO enthused about letterboxing that they decided to hide another box in the Armentrout Preserve.

They called this one "Jumping Logs" because of something they encountered along the way.

"Let's dig a nice big hole for our second letterbox," B suggested. "Yes!" said E, "I love to dig holes! And I'm really good at it."

"No," their parents told them, "you do not dig holes and bury Letterboxes."

From the picnic tables, B&E headed in a southwesterly direction along the edge of the field. At the corner of the field, they found a path into the forest.

"Gee whiz!" said E, as they tiptoed through a tiny stream, "another scary forest!"

"Look out," B told him. "There are signs that those big long-legged, long-faced snuffing animals have been here. I've seen them before and I don't like them one bit!"

Sure enough, there were some lucky prints on the trail.
"I think this might be their path," E quavered, "I hope they don't run us down."

"Watch out for that other evidence of their presence,and don't step in it!" B warned.

They followed the path to the right, keeping the meadow on their left, hopped over rotting logs and continued to the right.

They came to a place where the path ended in a "T" (or a "Y" - B&E sometimes get confused about letters) and looked right and left. In one direction, there was a big beige building in the distance.

"I don't like the looks of that - and it's making awfully funny noises," E spoke up.

So they went the other way.

"WOW! Look at THAT!"

Right in the middle of the path were some logs tied to trees with sturdy ropes.

"Those are Jumping Logs," B said importantly. "They tie them down like that so they don't jump away."

"Is that so?" E replied, impressed. As he walked close around them, he watched them over his right shoulder and was careful not to disturb the jumping logs.

"Isn't it nice and peaceful here?" B asked.

E was, as usual, a little frightened. He even imagined that a fallen tree on the right was an enormous forked tongue pointed straight at him.

After a little walk, they came to a really BIG log and E was upset because it seemed to block the path. B noticed that the path went around to the left of the log, however, so all was well. Then they saw a sign with bright orange letters tacked to a tree on their right.

"What does that say?" E demanded.

"You know I can't read, either," B answered, "but the first word seems very familiar."

"Well, I think we are getting close to a place where we shouldn't be!" E whined.

"You may be right. Here's a landmark we can use, on the left."

"Looks like a common old scary uprooted tree to me," E grumbled.

"Well, it isn't completely fallen over," B pointed out, "so it's a little different. And look, a little further along on the right is this low tree stump with a smaller tree growing right behind it."

"Yes, yes! And now we'll going thirty-six paces south from the low tree stump to those fallen trees!" E was becomng excited.

"And I'll walk thirty six paces alongside the second fallen tree to. . .look!. . .here's a place where the tree used to have an arm. It's an ideal place to hide our Box, right under here where it looks like the arm broke off!" B shouted in glee.

"B," E interjected, "don't forget to remind the humans that four of our paces equal about one of theirs."

"Right," B agreed, "they don't have as many feet as we do."

"Well," E reminded him "although they have half as many feet, they should count one quarter of our paces."

B, who does not like to be corrected by E, just sniffed and trotted back the way they had come.

B&E are concerning about marauding night animals attacking their box - please e-mail if there is any damage.