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Lovebirds LbNA #5706 (ARCHIVED)

Owner:Adoptable
Plant date:Aug 24, 2003
Location:
City:Maybury Recreation Area, Northville
County:Wayne
State:Michigan
Boxes:1
Found by: The fox finders
Last found:Nov 7, 2010
Status:FFFFaFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
Last edited:Aug 24, 2003
“Tell me the story where you and Daddy met?” little Susie pleaded to her mom. “Why? You have heard the story over a hundred times,” Mom replied in exhaustion. “Because I love it,” little Susie’s eyes twinkled with anticipation.

“I don’t want . . . “

Little Susie let out a big groan. “I’ve got a better idea,” Mom replied. “Why don’t we visit the place where Daddy and I first met.”

Mom and little Susie then took a ride out to the Maybury Recreation Area in Northville, Michigan. “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” little Susie asked as her mom turned the car off Eight Mile Road. “Almost,” Mom responded and she continued driving through the park. They reached the first drive and she turned right. Then they followed the drive until they saw the first parking lot on the left. Mom parked the car and before she turned off the engine little Susie jumped out of the passenger seat. “Hold on!” Mom yelled from the car and then scurried up to her daughter. “Do you have to go to the bathroom before we start walking?”
“No” and they stroll past the concession stand. “Biker’s Path,” little Susie read the first sign they walked up to. “Your dad was on his bike when we met,” Mom giggled, “actually we ran into each other. Every Saturday morning, Fluffy (the family dog), and I made our weekly visit to this park. Each time we came, Fluffy and I would walk a different route . . . Not that path,” she grabs little Susie before wondering down the narrow, mulch path. “We’re going to keep following the asphalt path.”

Mom then recites back to her memory. “I was walking Fluffy until a biker, your dad, sped up behind and frightened us. Fluffy lunged at the biker trying to protect me. “The biker” was so startled by Fluffy that he fell off his bike. I was angry with “the biker” for riding around the park so recklessly. I heard moans of pain coming from him, so I felt bad. When I got over to “the biker,” I saw that there was a big bruise starting to form on his knee. I was going to help him up, but he didn’t look he was quite ready. Instead I helped “the biker” prop himself against the trail post . . . “

“Like this one?” little Susie pointed to the trail post with the number three painted on it. “Yes. Just like that one, but the post had a number four on it. We’re almost there,” Mom answered and they resumed their journey. “From that instant on, your dad and I knew we were meant for each other. See that tree to your right with the heart carved into it?”

“Yeah, yeah, I see it.” Little Susie read the tree in excitement, “That’s yours and daddy’s names.”
“And see the bench up to your left,” little Susie nodded, ”that’s where we first kissed.” (Hint: Sitting from the center of the bench take a bearing of 190 degrees and walk 24 people footfalls. There you will find the “Lovebirds Letterbox.”)

XOXO