Lightening My Load....even more LbNA #33301
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Add Location| Owner: | the lazy letterboxer  |
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| Plant date: | Jul 22, 2007 |
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| City: | Athol |
| County: | Worcester |
| State: | Massachusetts |
| Boxes: | 6 |
| Found by: | Nairon (3) |
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| Last found: | Jun 25, 2020 |
| Status: | FFFFFFFFFFFFFF |
| Last edited: | Jul 22, 2007 |
Lightening My Load….even more
Bearsden Conservation Area...look at LML 1 for directions.
These 6 boxes were planted in commemoration of our 6th anniversary as letterboxers.
This series continues where the original Lightening My Load series stopped. If you’ve already done the original series then, at the sign for Sheep Rock, go right and follow the path down to Ducks Pond. If you haven’t done the series yet…well…it’s a continuation.
So, here’s what happened. I received a couple of e-mails telling me that, perhaps, the first box in the original series was missing. What??? Who would do such a dastardly deed? I re-carved the stamp and the letterboxing ham and I went out to replace the box( did I mention that I’m responsible?). When we got there we found box #1 safely nestled in it’s proper place. Whew, the ham suggested that we check on all the other boxes since we were there anyway…..okay, you all know I’m lazy…but what could I say (okay, I can’t claim that I’m laliophobic)? So, off we went. We checked on all the boxes but on the way back from Ducks Pond I started to think, “wow, this is more of a walk than I remembered”. Since I had emptied a bunch of stuff from my pack originally you would think that it was light as a feather, right?(did I mention I’m a packrat?)? Once again, it was stuffed.
We started on the trail from the pond and came to the first right turn up the path. I remembered it was an uphill climb so I decided to see what I could leave behind. Oh, this was an obvious choice( did I mention I’m smart?…well, in my little world I’m smart). After hiking in Wendell State Forest last year after the tornado, I decided to carry a chainsaw in my bag in case the trail was obliterated by downed trees. It was a little bit on the heavy side so I decided to leave it behind the large pine on the right side of the trail with all the mini-branches sticking out of it. It’s the one that’s opposite the sign on the left.
We continued on until we saw the dilapidated picnic table on the left(not the first picnic table, which is somewhat obscured, did I mention I wear glasses? it's the more obvious second picnic table). My pack was still feeling a little bit overstuffed so I reached in and pulled out the huge medical book I carry in case we run into a “911” situation on the trail (did I mention that I was once a girl scout?). Well, anyway, I decided to leave that behind the large pine tree that was due north of the picnic table.
We continued on and the trail started going uphill, I was getting a little winded when I saw a double trunked tree straddling a stone wall on the left. One of the trunks was dead, the other alive. At that point I decided to leave behind the Frisbee I carry in case we run into one of those disk golf courses on the trail (like in Tully or Barre). I put it behind the tree under some bark.
And then we continued on, eventually the trail veered to the right and pretty soon we saw a huge coppiced tree (look it up) on the left that reminded me of the type of candelabra that Liberace used to have on his piano when we watched him when I was a kid (did I mention I’m kind of old?)anyway, I liked that tree so much that I decided to leave my inflatable rubber raft that I carry in case we run into a raging river behind it, (did I mention I’m hydrophobic…well, actually, I’m not I just like words…did I mention I’m a lexicologist?)
And on we went, after a little bit we saw a stone wall on the right side of the trail and soon we saw a couple of trees that had smears of yellow paint on them, the first one had a great hiding spot behind it so I left my life jacket that I always carry (did I mention that I’m not a strong swimmer?) behind it under a rock. There’s no need to disturb the stone wall in any way.
We kept on walking, it was the only way to get back to the car after all, (did I mention I’m pragmatic) and then we came to a little gully on the right side of the trail (almost back at the spot where the trail to Sheep Rock is). We entered and saw some large rocks on the left at ground level. I checked the bottom rock and found the perfect place to leave the cowgirl boots and hat that I carry in case we come upon a herd of wild stallions (did I mention that I read way too many books as a kid?). At that point my backpack was pretty manageable so we just hiked out……………………………….l
Bearsden Conservation Area...look at LML 1 for directions.
These 6 boxes were planted in commemoration of our 6th anniversary as letterboxers.
This series continues where the original Lightening My Load series stopped. If you’ve already done the original series then, at the sign for Sheep Rock, go right and follow the path down to Ducks Pond. If you haven’t done the series yet…well…it’s a continuation.
So, here’s what happened. I received a couple of e-mails telling me that, perhaps, the first box in the original series was missing. What??? Who would do such a dastardly deed? I re-carved the stamp and the letterboxing ham and I went out to replace the box( did I mention that I’m responsible?). When we got there we found box #1 safely nestled in it’s proper place. Whew, the ham suggested that we check on all the other boxes since we were there anyway…..okay, you all know I’m lazy…but what could I say (okay, I can’t claim that I’m laliophobic)? So, off we went. We checked on all the boxes but on the way back from Ducks Pond I started to think, “wow, this is more of a walk than I remembered”. Since I had emptied a bunch of stuff from my pack originally you would think that it was light as a feather, right?(did I mention I’m a packrat?)? Once again, it was stuffed.
We started on the trail from the pond and came to the first right turn up the path. I remembered it was an uphill climb so I decided to see what I could leave behind. Oh, this was an obvious choice( did I mention I’m smart?…well, in my little world I’m smart). After hiking in Wendell State Forest last year after the tornado, I decided to carry a chainsaw in my bag in case the trail was obliterated by downed trees. It was a little bit on the heavy side so I decided to leave it behind the large pine on the right side of the trail with all the mini-branches sticking out of it. It’s the one that’s opposite the sign on the left.
We continued on until we saw the dilapidated picnic table on the left(not the first picnic table, which is somewhat obscured, did I mention I wear glasses? it's the more obvious second picnic table). My pack was still feeling a little bit overstuffed so I reached in and pulled out the huge medical book I carry in case we run into a “911” situation on the trail (did I mention that I was once a girl scout?). Well, anyway, I decided to leave that behind the large pine tree that was due north of the picnic table.
We continued on and the trail started going uphill, I was getting a little winded when I saw a double trunked tree straddling a stone wall on the left. One of the trunks was dead, the other alive. At that point I decided to leave behind the Frisbee I carry in case we run into one of those disk golf courses on the trail (like in Tully or Barre). I put it behind the tree under some bark.
And then we continued on, eventually the trail veered to the right and pretty soon we saw a huge coppiced tree (look it up) on the left that reminded me of the type of candelabra that Liberace used to have on his piano when we watched him when I was a kid (did I mention I’m kind of old?)anyway, I liked that tree so much that I decided to leave my inflatable rubber raft that I carry in case we run into a raging river behind it, (did I mention I’m hydrophobic…well, actually, I’m not I just like words…did I mention I’m a lexicologist?)
And on we went, after a little bit we saw a stone wall on the right side of the trail and soon we saw a couple of trees that had smears of yellow paint on them, the first one had a great hiding spot behind it so I left my life jacket that I always carry (did I mention that I’m not a strong swimmer?) behind it under a rock. There’s no need to disturb the stone wall in any way.
We kept on walking, it was the only way to get back to the car after all, (did I mention I’m pragmatic) and then we came to a little gully on the right side of the trail (almost back at the spot where the trail to Sheep Rock is). We entered and saw some large rocks on the left at ground level. I checked the bottom rock and found the perfect place to leave the cowgirl boots and hat that I carry in case we come upon a herd of wild stallions (did I mention that I read way too many books as a kid?). At that point my backpack was pretty manageable so we just hiked out……………………………….l