Vivaldi's Four Seasons-Concerto No. 2: Summer LbNA # 17543 (ARCHIVED)
|Placed Date||Aug 20 2005|
|Found By||Crazy Daisy|
|Last Found||May 5 2007|
This box is located on the La Nana Creek Trail in historic Nacogdoches, TX. Naturally Musical can also be found on this trail using the same starting point. This trail is used by walkers, bikers, and joggers.
Antonio Vivaldi, also known as "The Red Priest" because of his hair color, was quite influential amongst other composers of the time. J. S. Bach transcribed a number of Vivaldi's concertos for solo keyboard as well as for orchestra. This is the second box in a series dedicated to Antonio Vivaldi and his immortal work.
From University Drive-Turn west onto Main Street (Hwy 21). Cross over the LaNana creek Bridge and turn right into the El Camino Real Park. The Park and Liberty Hall are less than .1 mile from University Drive. You will see a sign that says El Camino Real Park.
From Business 59-Travel to Main Street (Hwy 21)on Business 59. North Street, South Street, and Main Street intersect at this junction. Turn East onto Main Street. You will go through downtown Nacogdoches. Turn left into the El Camino Real Park. If you cross the La Nana Creek Bridge, you have gone too far.
NOTE: Alive and well as of 7/5/2008.
To the Box:
1. Park by the picnic area. Find the large sign and map of the La Nana Creek Trail. The trail runs to the right side of the sign. Follow the trail.
2. You will come to a nice little sitting area on your left. Continue down the trail.
3. As you are walking, you will see a bench facing a pool of water on your left. Continue on the trail. You will see another bench facing the trail. Continue on the trail.
4. After you have crossed the third footbridge, take 65 steps.
5. Look to your left, about 6 steps off the trail, you will a small stump with logs lying on either side of it. The box is behind the stump under forest debris.
6. Please notify me of the condition of this box.
Beneath the blazing sun's relentless heat
men and flocks are sweltering,
pines are scorched.
We hear the cuckoo's voice; then sweet songs of the turtle dove and finch are heard.
Soft breezes stir the air….but threatening north wind sweeps them suddenly aside. The shepherd trembles, fearful of violent storm and what may lie ahead.
His limbs are now awakened from their repose by fear of lightning's flash and thunder's roar, as gnats and flies buzz furiously around.
Alas, his worst fears were justified, as the heavens roar and great hailstones beat down upon the proudly standing corn. ~~~Antonio Vivaldi