Big Fish LbNA #8714 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Jun 19, 2004 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Grand Junction |
| County: | Mesa |
| State: | Colorado |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Planted by: | Esmerelda  |
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| Found by: | boxtops |
| Last found: | Aug 11, 2008 |
| Status: | FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF |
| Last edited: | Jun 19, 2004 |
This box is has been pulled for maintanence and is temporarily unavailable! I will update when it comes back out to play.
Did I ever tell you about the time...? Yes? Well, I didn't tell you how that dog GOT to be frozen in midair for all eternity!
Back when Carl and I were looking for a big city and discovering new and wonderful things every single day along our journeys, we happened to be walking along that big old stretch of road called I-70.
I always had a powerful thirst. Had one since the day I was born. I need water, you see. Lots of water. So, as we walked along, I turned to Carl and said, "Carl, I got to head to the river. My thirst won't be quenched with these fancy, schmancy slurpees and iced coffees and sports drinks and frap ay cheenos from the local convenience store. I need to get some WATER into my bones!"
"Okay.", Carl replied. Carl was never one to waste many words.
So we swung off I-70 at Horizon Drive, heading southwest.
I could feel the river in the distance and went entirely on instinct. So, I said, "Carl, next we need to pass by the safe-way, and keep on going on this Horizon drive."
"Okay.", Carl replied.
"Look at this fancy little circle road, Carl! Let's arc around and go out exactly on the opposite side!"
"Okay."
"We are headed in the correct direction, Carl. Let's turn left onto 7th and keep on towards the river! My thirst is ever growing!"
After a spell, we turned right onto Struthers Avenue. There was a parking area there on our left with a sign that said:
WATSON ISLAND SECTION OF THE RIVER TRAIL
We dropped our packs there and looked around. Just a short jump west of the parking area was a building all full of fancy flowers and butterflies. We followed the concrete path towards the river when we heard a yip and a yap and a little dog come runnin' out of the bushes, a-waggin' his tail and smiling. I just happened to have a ball from my circus days tucked into my pocket, so I took it out and threw it high into the air and the pup leapt into the air with sheer joy and grabbed it. He brung it back to me and I tossed it again and again. Boy, that pup could jump! Well. Unbeknownst to us, the witch that lived out on the island in the river had been sneakin' up on us, intending to do us no good. Just as I tossed that ball into the air one more time, the river witch leaped out of the bushes, screaming like a banshee and hurling a spell at Carl!
"You'll be surprised when you see what's coming at you!
For all of eternity, you'll be a statue!"
Just as the magic came a flyin' through the air, that pup jumped up to grab the ball and, WHAM!, got caught right in the evil spell, saving Carl from the hurt of it!
Carl grabbed the witch and with his mighty giant arms threw her a hundred miles away!
But the little pup was frozen in mid-air, the treasured ball tight in his teeth forever.
We left the little frozen dog, turned right and followed the path a ways until it forked to the left. A lovely grassy seating area with a fine stage was on our left and we quickly came to a bridge. Carl wanted to cross the bridge, but knew that the evilness of that witch was swirlin' around out there on the island like scent in a perfume factory! So, as we stood facing the bridge, we turned right at the sign that told a story about refuse and refuge and started down the North Channel Nature Trail. It was a fine trail and we wandered along, passing by the prickly branches of the bittersweet nightshade. Mr. Skunk's bush and Coyote's Willow followed as we continued along.
"We'll have to tell Emory we found his Seep Willow next time we see him.", I said.
"Okay.", replied Carl.
On we went until a little foot bridge hidden in the reeds and rushes just right for a busy beaver came to be in our pathway. On the other side of the bridge was Mr. Beaver's house, a wonderous creation of sticks and nature. But we did not cross the bridge.
"Carl, this is a mighty special place we will want to remember.", I said. "Let's leave our journal under the southeast side of this bridge so that others who come here will know of the heroic deeds of that little pup."
And so we did.
Esmerelda says:
This is a very easy walk, strollers, wheelchairs and dogs all fine. Bring insect repellant if you visit in the summer time!!
PLEASE be careful when rehiding this and wedge it up as close to the bank as you can.. there are some rocks resting under and beside the box to keep it from slipping into the ditch.
The Botanical garden is open Tuesday - Sunday, 10 - 5, but you can reach the box at any time.
A handcarved stamp
Handmade journal (the original journal was stolen but was replaced on 8/2/04.)
Did I ever tell you about the time...? Yes? Well, I didn't tell you how that dog GOT to be frozen in midair for all eternity!
Back when Carl and I were looking for a big city and discovering new and wonderful things every single day along our journeys, we happened to be walking along that big old stretch of road called I-70.
I always had a powerful thirst. Had one since the day I was born. I need water, you see. Lots of water. So, as we walked along, I turned to Carl and said, "Carl, I got to head to the river. My thirst won't be quenched with these fancy, schmancy slurpees and iced coffees and sports drinks and frap ay cheenos from the local convenience store. I need to get some WATER into my bones!"
"Okay.", Carl replied. Carl was never one to waste many words.
So we swung off I-70 at Horizon Drive, heading southwest.
I could feel the river in the distance and went entirely on instinct. So, I said, "Carl, next we need to pass by the safe-way, and keep on going on this Horizon drive."
"Okay.", Carl replied.
"Look at this fancy little circle road, Carl! Let's arc around and go out exactly on the opposite side!"
"Okay."
"We are headed in the correct direction, Carl. Let's turn left onto 7th and keep on towards the river! My thirst is ever growing!"
After a spell, we turned right onto Struthers Avenue. There was a parking area there on our left with a sign that said:
WATSON ISLAND SECTION OF THE RIVER TRAIL
We dropped our packs there and looked around. Just a short jump west of the parking area was a building all full of fancy flowers and butterflies. We followed the concrete path towards the river when we heard a yip and a yap and a little dog come runnin' out of the bushes, a-waggin' his tail and smiling. I just happened to have a ball from my circus days tucked into my pocket, so I took it out and threw it high into the air and the pup leapt into the air with sheer joy and grabbed it. He brung it back to me and I tossed it again and again. Boy, that pup could jump! Well. Unbeknownst to us, the witch that lived out on the island in the river had been sneakin' up on us, intending to do us no good. Just as I tossed that ball into the air one more time, the river witch leaped out of the bushes, screaming like a banshee and hurling a spell at Carl!
"You'll be surprised when you see what's coming at you!
For all of eternity, you'll be a statue!"
Just as the magic came a flyin' through the air, that pup jumped up to grab the ball and, WHAM!, got caught right in the evil spell, saving Carl from the hurt of it!
Carl grabbed the witch and with his mighty giant arms threw her a hundred miles away!
But the little pup was frozen in mid-air, the treasured ball tight in his teeth forever.
We left the little frozen dog, turned right and followed the path a ways until it forked to the left. A lovely grassy seating area with a fine stage was on our left and we quickly came to a bridge. Carl wanted to cross the bridge, but knew that the evilness of that witch was swirlin' around out there on the island like scent in a perfume factory! So, as we stood facing the bridge, we turned right at the sign that told a story about refuse and refuge and started down the North Channel Nature Trail. It was a fine trail and we wandered along, passing by the prickly branches of the bittersweet nightshade. Mr. Skunk's bush and Coyote's Willow followed as we continued along.
"We'll have to tell Emory we found his Seep Willow next time we see him.", I said.
"Okay.", replied Carl.
On we went until a little foot bridge hidden in the reeds and rushes just right for a busy beaver came to be in our pathway. On the other side of the bridge was Mr. Beaver's house, a wonderous creation of sticks and nature. But we did not cross the bridge.
"Carl, this is a mighty special place we will want to remember.", I said. "Let's leave our journal under the southeast side of this bridge so that others who come here will know of the heroic deeds of that little pup."
And so we did.
Esmerelda says:
This is a very easy walk, strollers, wheelchairs and dogs all fine. Bring insect repellant if you visit in the summer time!!
PLEASE be careful when rehiding this and wedge it up as close to the bank as you can.. there are some rocks resting under and beside the box to keep it from slipping into the ditch.
The Botanical garden is open Tuesday - Sunday, 10 - 5, but you can reach the box at any time.
A handcarved stamp
Handmade journal (the original journal was stolen but was replaced on 8/2/04.)