Rocking with Love LbNA # 23188
|Placed Date||Jun 17 2006|
This box is the last in the Rocking and Crocking series in Rockhill City Park in Columbia, MO. All the boxes let you scramble over the park’s rocks to find letterboxes hidden in pottery crocks. Please treat the crocks with care, completely reseal them and replace them in upright position under the rock that shelters them. Then promptly log your find with LBNA at http://letterboxing.org .
You’ll need the general instructions to the series, which are outlined in clues for Rocking the Bench.
Rocking with Love is a very special box for C2B2. We enjoy letterboxing as a couple and our trailname is a is a metaphor for our three+ decade relationship. Both our names begin with C. Our last name begins with B. C2B2 is both of us, but neither of us alone. As partners, we have no first nor last.
Enjoy this box by starting at that bridge that memorializes young Kevin McCauley. Read his sign but walk across the bridge and up the hill. A similar memorial to another young man awaits later on the trail.
Be careful of the rocky climb, especially the loose “stairs” at the bottom of the hill. This is a good spot to walk quietly with your loved one or just with nature. It is the haunt of whitetail deer, gray squirrels and countless forest birds. Redtail hawks and owls silently strafe the tree limbs and can on occasion be seen with a bushy tailed meal.
Continue up the trail to the first bench, where you may want to pause and listen to the forest. You often find couples sitting on this bench hand-in-hand.
Walk on to the second bench – the one you rocked earlier. Look again at the owl tree, but don’t stop. Continue on across a wooden bridge and up the final hill. You will find three telltale signs at the end of the trail – the pavement of Rockhill Road, a sad memorial a young man who left us too early and a beautiful redbud tree. The tree and accompanying plaque were Valentine’s Day gifts to each other by your hosts on this quest.
Read the inscription and count the number of letters in the poem’s shortest line. Now look uphill to where a wooden fence borders the road. Walking on the inside of the fence, count that number of upright posts. When you get to the target post, look right down the hill. You will see a large concretus domesticus “rock” a mere stone’s throw away. Between a rock and that hard spot you will find your final crock.