Concordville or RTRW LbNA #7390
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Add Location| Owner: | N/A |
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| Plant date: | Mar 7, 2004 |
| Location: | |
| City: | East Lyme |
| County: | New London |
| State: | Connecticut |
| Boxes: | 8 |
| Planted by: | sadie&russ
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| Found by: | SherlockMiles (7) |
| Last found: | Jun 29, 2024 |
| Status: | FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF |
| Last edited: | Mar 7, 2004 |
This series of boxes was planted by Butterfly and Sadie & Russ in honor of our friend and fellow letterboxer, RTRW.
Concordville or RTRW*
The hills of Austria might be alive with Rodgers and Hammerstein’s sound of music, but the hills of Concordville are alive with music of a different kind. It emanates from *Rebecca’s Truly Resplendent Works of art!
To join us on a journey to explore the sights and sounds of the village of Concordville you must first travel to Nehantic State Forest in East Lyme. From Rte. 161 turn left on Rte. 85 (in Montville) then left (west) onto Salem Tnpk., and then bear left onto Holmes Rd. following it into the forest. Park in the pull-off opposite the first yellow gate.
On the first leg of the journey we will be traveling on the Concordville Coach, Rustic-looking Transportation, yet Reliable “Wheels”. The coach Runs on Time, Regularly Wending its way up the hill and into the east village.
To board the coach, we travel south from the car along the paved road, bearing left at the “Y” and stopping just past the yellow gate. Look at 110 degrees into the red spruce grove to find the boarding spot in a rock cairn.
The coach now starts up the paved road, then turns left onto the carriage road leading to the east village. Soon, we start to hear a drumming sound.
“O what is that sound which so thrills the ear
Down in the valley drumming, drumming?”
It’s not the scarlet soldiers, dear,
just Rex, The Ringo-Wannabe warming up for a set! **
**(apologies to Wystan Hugh Auden)
Rex is also an old Chevy aficionado, so the coach stops at the path leading 90 degrees down towards Rex’s garage by the pond, so we can check out his drums and cars.
We follow the path to the end of the tumbled down stone wall on the right-hand side and take note of a large rock pile to the left in front of us (before the “antiques”). Rex, The Ringo-Wannabe has his drum set there and entertains us for a few minutes.
Before we can inspect the antiques we hear loud complaining coming from the far side of the pond. Great squawks of disapproval for the mad drumming and racing engines and pollution from leaded gasoline. Who could this be who wants to Reclaim The Restful Waters? To find out, we take a Right Turn (south) before the Rotting Wreck, pass the set of tires and continue around to the far side of the pond. At the gully we turn right and discover that the Ruckus was from The Righteous Webfoot, Daffy Duck, living behind a red spruce under some rocks. After venting to us he settles down and there is peace around the pond again.
The adventurous may choose to leap across the gully and bushwack past the ’59 Chevy to make their way back to the waiting coach, while others may wish to Return The Reciprocal Way.
Back in the coach we continue our journey and very soon hear Repetitious Tympanum-busting Resounding Whooshes! “What on earth”?! we cry, hands over our ears. The coach stops in front of an old abode so that we can look and see the source of the latest racket. Why, there, just to the left of the “front door” under a diagonal witch hazel branch was a Really Tiny Red Wizard practicing waving his magic wand and casting spells! When he realized that he was being watched he hid in the rocks until we went on our way.
When we reach the Power lines, the coach must turn back – the horses cannot pull us up that big hill. We are told to climb up to the top and try to hitch a ride back to where we started. So, up we go past another old abode on the left and finally make it to the paved road at the top. Tired and anxious we plod northward for twenty-five paces when we hear an engine start up. Out from behind a large boulder on the left comes a most wonderful sight – a red Sebring convertible with the top going down! It’s Rebecca, ready to Transport Really Weary letterboxers back to their cars! And she doesn’t care how many of us there are – hey, the more the merrier, pile on in! Come on, Ride The Red Wave!
But wait!! More “music” is coming from both sides of the street. The combination of the two sounds sends chills down our spines. We stop at the chimneys. Where to go first?
Off to the left we steal, past the foundation and outbuilding with the curious subterranean tank. We can hear it more clearly now – mournful howling that makes our Respirations Triple Rapidly, Wondering what it is. We dash further to the split boulder and crouch beside it. Now we see! At 160 degrees up on the rock ledge, now Retreating, The Reticent Wolf. With the howling having subsided we return to the Red Wave to get up our courage to face the next music.
Oh, this heavy breathing is not human! We dash to the other side of the street and try to hide in the house, midway between the chimneys, but alas! The walls are invisible. At 20 degrees we see two rows of pines and run between them, trying to Regroup, though Trembling Really Wildly. We sense that we are in the presence of Evil. At the three-trunked pine we turn to face 60 degrees. A white pine’s Remaining Trunk is Reverberating with the Wheezing. But the life of this malevolent force seems to be fading. We look under the back side of the fallen remains of this commanding tree to come face to face with the remains of the Dark Side.
Quiet once again reigns in the forest of Concordville and we relax. We hop back into the Red Wave and coast down the hill. But we really want to show our appreciation for Rebecca, The Really Wonderful letterboxer, who delights us with her carvings and generosity and great sense of humor. So we stop just before the “Y” where we made our first turn onto the carriage road. We lead Rebecca past the large multi-trunked white pine on the left to a tilted rock, where we show her that We Love RTRW!
Concordville or RTRW*
The hills of Austria might be alive with Rodgers and Hammerstein’s sound of music, but the hills of Concordville are alive with music of a different kind. It emanates from *Rebecca’s Truly Resplendent Works of art!
To join us on a journey to explore the sights and sounds of the village of Concordville you must first travel to Nehantic State Forest in East Lyme. From Rte. 161 turn left on Rte. 85 (in Montville) then left (west) onto Salem Tnpk., and then bear left onto Holmes Rd. following it into the forest. Park in the pull-off opposite the first yellow gate.
On the first leg of the journey we will be traveling on the Concordville Coach, Rustic-looking Transportation, yet Reliable “Wheels”. The coach Runs on Time, Regularly Wending its way up the hill and into the east village.
To board the coach, we travel south from the car along the paved road, bearing left at the “Y” and stopping just past the yellow gate. Look at 110 degrees into the red spruce grove to find the boarding spot in a rock cairn.
The coach now starts up the paved road, then turns left onto the carriage road leading to the east village. Soon, we start to hear a drumming sound.
“O what is that sound which so thrills the ear
Down in the valley drumming, drumming?”
It’s not the scarlet soldiers, dear,
just Rex, The Ringo-Wannabe warming up for a set! **
**(apologies to Wystan Hugh Auden)
Rex is also an old Chevy aficionado, so the coach stops at the path leading 90 degrees down towards Rex’s garage by the pond, so we can check out his drums and cars.
We follow the path to the end of the tumbled down stone wall on the right-hand side and take note of a large rock pile to the left in front of us (before the “antiques”). Rex, The Ringo-Wannabe has his drum set there and entertains us for a few minutes.
Before we can inspect the antiques we hear loud complaining coming from the far side of the pond. Great squawks of disapproval for the mad drumming and racing engines and pollution from leaded gasoline. Who could this be who wants to Reclaim The Restful Waters? To find out, we take a Right Turn (south) before the Rotting Wreck, pass the set of tires and continue around to the far side of the pond. At the gully we turn right and discover that the Ruckus was from The Righteous Webfoot, Daffy Duck, living behind a red spruce under some rocks. After venting to us he settles down and there is peace around the pond again.
The adventurous may choose to leap across the gully and bushwack past the ’59 Chevy to make their way back to the waiting coach, while others may wish to Return The Reciprocal Way.
Back in the coach we continue our journey and very soon hear Repetitious Tympanum-busting Resounding Whooshes! “What on earth”?! we cry, hands over our ears. The coach stops in front of an old abode so that we can look and see the source of the latest racket. Why, there, just to the left of the “front door” under a diagonal witch hazel branch was a Really Tiny Red Wizard practicing waving his magic wand and casting spells! When he realized that he was being watched he hid in the rocks until we went on our way.
When we reach the Power lines, the coach must turn back – the horses cannot pull us up that big hill. We are told to climb up to the top and try to hitch a ride back to where we started. So, up we go past another old abode on the left and finally make it to the paved road at the top. Tired and anxious we plod northward for twenty-five paces when we hear an engine start up. Out from behind a large boulder on the left comes a most wonderful sight – a red Sebring convertible with the top going down! It’s Rebecca, ready to Transport Really Weary letterboxers back to their cars! And she doesn’t care how many of us there are – hey, the more the merrier, pile on in! Come on, Ride The Red Wave!
But wait!! More “music” is coming from both sides of the street. The combination of the two sounds sends chills down our spines. We stop at the chimneys. Where to go first?
Off to the left we steal, past the foundation and outbuilding with the curious subterranean tank. We can hear it more clearly now – mournful howling that makes our Respirations Triple Rapidly, Wondering what it is. We dash further to the split boulder and crouch beside it. Now we see! At 160 degrees up on the rock ledge, now Retreating, The Reticent Wolf. With the howling having subsided we return to the Red Wave to get up our courage to face the next music.
Oh, this heavy breathing is not human! We dash to the other side of the street and try to hide in the house, midway between the chimneys, but alas! The walls are invisible. At 20 degrees we see two rows of pines and run between them, trying to Regroup, though Trembling Really Wildly. We sense that we are in the presence of Evil. At the three-trunked pine we turn to face 60 degrees. A white pine’s Remaining Trunk is Reverberating with the Wheezing. But the life of this malevolent force seems to be fading. We look under the back side of the fallen remains of this commanding tree to come face to face with the remains of the Dark Side.
Quiet once again reigns in the forest of Concordville and we relax. We hop back into the Red Wave and coast down the hill. But we really want to show our appreciation for Rebecca, The Really Wonderful letterboxer, who delights us with her carvings and generosity and great sense of humor. So we stop just before the “Y” where we made our first turn onto the carriage road. We lead Rebecca past the large multi-trunked white pine on the left to a tilted rock, where we show her that We Love RTRW!