Doggie Bag Denizens LbNA #24031
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Add Location| Owner: | the lazy letterboxer  |
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| Plant date: | Jul 23, 2006 |
| Location: | Jacobs Hill Reservation |
| City: | Royalston |
| County: | Worcester |
| State: | Massachusetts |
| Boxes: | 5 |
| Found by: | Nairon (5) |
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| Last found: | May 8, 2021 |
| Status: | FFFFFFFFFaFFFFFF |
| Last edited: | Jul 23, 2006 |
Jacobs Hill Reservation, Royalston, MA
Take Route 2 to 202 north, follow for 2.4 miles and then turn left onto Rte 68 north and travel 8.6 miles to the center of Royalston. From the center continue on 68 north for 0.5 miles, entrance and parking are on the left.
Length: about 2 miles
Time: 1-1 1/2 hours
This 5 box series was planted to commemorate our 5th anniversary as letterboxers.
One evening we went to a local restaurant for dinner and on the way out I picked up my doggie bag. I was intrigued by the cute dogs on the wrapper and by how much they reminded me of dogs, owned by friends and relatives, that I had come to love over the years. That night I had a dream that I heard barking outside my door and opened it to find “the doggie bag denizens”. There they were, just as cute as could be. I invited them in (although my cats were none too pleased). They told me that they were sick of the restaurant business and longed to retire somewhere where they could run free, have plenty of fresh water and, occasionally, human contact. I thought about it and told them that in the morning I would grant their wishes.
The next morning as our cats Spanky and Blaze waved good-bye (that was what they were doing, right?); we drove the doggie baggers off to their new home.
Out of the parking lot we followed the white dot blazed trail only for a short distance until we came upon a section where it was rocky underfoot. Laddie looked at me imploringly, there was fresh water from the swamp across the trail, his tender feet had gone far enough, might he rest here? We spied a lichen covered split rock on the right side of the trail and made certain that he was comfortably situated in the rear left corner of the rock.
On we went now 4 dogs at our heels. We stayed on the main trail, going right at the fork just after the large, blazed pine. At the sign for the parking area we turned right and walked until we came to a sign on the left indicating the scenic view. We followed the yellow blazed trail uphill to a second sign pointing to the view. When we got to the view Duke whimpered and we could tell that he thought this area would make a perfect retirement spot for him. So, standing in front of the large split rock we took we took 20 steps along the faint trail at 180 degrees and then looked left at 70 degrees to a wide, flat lichen covered rock. We left Duke in the right back corner of the rock.
Back along the trail we went three dogs in tow. We walked back to the second sign and this time decided to go to Sprit Falls and check that out. Eventually we came to a place where the trail descended some rocks and, after making that small descent Rex started sniffing the ground and giving us those puppy dog eyes. Looking back over our left shoulders we saw a slender twin sister tree behind a rock on the ground. The rock had the perfect cave in the left front corner so we left Rex there. Rex is somewhat shy and asked us to hide him well, we did the best we could and ask that you do the same.
Back along the trail we went in the direction of Spirit Falls. Soon we could hear the sound of water and Sparky got very excited, running in circles nipping at our heels. When we came to the place where we could walk right up to the stream and observe the water as it cascaded down, we decided to grant Sparky his wish and find him a suitable hiding spot. We turned left and noticed the trail continued uphill. The blazes turned back to white dots and at the top of the hill we followed the trail as it turned left to bring us back to the parking lot. We walked a safe hiding distance down the trail (the area near the stream can be very busy on warm days) and came upon a large lichen covered rock on the right side of the trail. We left Sparky in the back of the rock, happy as can be.
Off again we went on the trail, this time with just Scruffy as our traveling companion. We climbed a bit and when the trail flattened out, we looked to the left and, up a small rise, saw a hemlock tree that seemed to be growing out of a rock. We went up and around the rise to the base of that tree and there we said goodbye to little Scruffy, guardian of the logbook.
We continued along the trail, after about 15 minutes we arrived back at our car…then I woke up. The cats were in their usual spot at the foot of the bed, I decided to check the refrigerator, my leftovers were there…..but the bag was gone……..
Take Route 2 to 202 north, follow for 2.4 miles and then turn left onto Rte 68 north and travel 8.6 miles to the center of Royalston. From the center continue on 68 north for 0.5 miles, entrance and parking are on the left.
Length: about 2 miles
Time: 1-1 1/2 hours
This 5 box series was planted to commemorate our 5th anniversary as letterboxers.
One evening we went to a local restaurant for dinner and on the way out I picked up my doggie bag. I was intrigued by the cute dogs on the wrapper and by how much they reminded me of dogs, owned by friends and relatives, that I had come to love over the years. That night I had a dream that I heard barking outside my door and opened it to find “the doggie bag denizens”. There they were, just as cute as could be. I invited them in (although my cats were none too pleased). They told me that they were sick of the restaurant business and longed to retire somewhere where they could run free, have plenty of fresh water and, occasionally, human contact. I thought about it and told them that in the morning I would grant their wishes.
The next morning as our cats Spanky and Blaze waved good-bye (that was what they were doing, right?); we drove the doggie baggers off to their new home.
Out of the parking lot we followed the white dot blazed trail only for a short distance until we came upon a section where it was rocky underfoot. Laddie looked at me imploringly, there was fresh water from the swamp across the trail, his tender feet had gone far enough, might he rest here? We spied a lichen covered split rock on the right side of the trail and made certain that he was comfortably situated in the rear left corner of the rock.
On we went now 4 dogs at our heels. We stayed on the main trail, going right at the fork just after the large, blazed pine. At the sign for the parking area we turned right and walked until we came to a sign on the left indicating the scenic view. We followed the yellow blazed trail uphill to a second sign pointing to the view. When we got to the view Duke whimpered and we could tell that he thought this area would make a perfect retirement spot for him. So, standing in front of the large split rock we took we took 20 steps along the faint trail at 180 degrees and then looked left at 70 degrees to a wide, flat lichen covered rock. We left Duke in the right back corner of the rock.
Back along the trail we went three dogs in tow. We walked back to the second sign and this time decided to go to Sprit Falls and check that out. Eventually we came to a place where the trail descended some rocks and, after making that small descent Rex started sniffing the ground and giving us those puppy dog eyes. Looking back over our left shoulders we saw a slender twin sister tree behind a rock on the ground. The rock had the perfect cave in the left front corner so we left Rex there. Rex is somewhat shy and asked us to hide him well, we did the best we could and ask that you do the same.
Back along the trail we went in the direction of Spirit Falls. Soon we could hear the sound of water and Sparky got very excited, running in circles nipping at our heels. When we came to the place where we could walk right up to the stream and observe the water as it cascaded down, we decided to grant Sparky his wish and find him a suitable hiding spot. We turned left and noticed the trail continued uphill. The blazes turned back to white dots and at the top of the hill we followed the trail as it turned left to bring us back to the parking lot. We walked a safe hiding distance down the trail (the area near the stream can be very busy on warm days) and came upon a large lichen covered rock on the right side of the trail. We left Sparky in the back of the rock, happy as can be.
Off again we went on the trail, this time with just Scruffy as our traveling companion. We climbed a bit and when the trail flattened out, we looked to the left and, up a small rise, saw a hemlock tree that seemed to be growing out of a rock. We went up and around the rise to the base of that tree and there we said goodbye to little Scruffy, guardian of the logbook.
We continued along the trail, after about 15 minutes we arrived back at our car…then I woke up. The cats were in their usual spot at the foot of the bed, I decided to check the refrigerator, my leftovers were there…..but the bag was gone……..