Poor Robb, I keep dragging him letterboxing, when I think he would
probably be more comfortable resting. He and I did the longest car
ride he's endured yet to go to the West Coast wedding reception-thingy
of two dear friends. Up to this point, I don't think he'd been in a
car for much over half an hour, and we drove from Oakland to San Jose,
hitting those weird pockets of stop and go traffic that seem to happen
for no reason.

Anyway, we (I) thought it would be fun to try to scoop up some
letterboxes on the way home. But the fates conspired against us.
Bear am I was fenced off for some kind of festival (goodness knows
what the event was, drag volleyball tournament?????), and Maybe Next
Year was also un-approachable. We got the Eye of Horus, but an over
zealous security guard kept us from Walking Like Egyptians. We
enjoyed the Drive In, but although we figured out the location of the
Super Mystery, it was after hours, and we bagged it for another time.

And this didn't actually happen in California, but it is too cool not
to mention:

My friend Erica (my former Glimmerglass house mate) went letterboxxing
in Oriskany NY, and met Paul in SF's entire family. She went to the
location of "The ______________, The Baker, the Candlestick Maker" and
the ____________ picked up the phone and the next thing Erica knew,
she was being introduced to all of Paul's relatives. I've met his
Oriskany clan, and they're a delightful bunch. They create great
letterboxes, too, I should add!

And finally, I got a message that a brand new letterboxer named
tysonosaurus who found their first two letterboxes this weekend: my
Floral Depot and Good Fortune letterboxes! They wrote:

"Since it was the first one we'd found, I wasn't sure what to look for
and my heart started beating fast when I pulled it down. Totally felt
like some sort of spy in the city"

Remember the thrill of your first letterbox?

Hope you all had a nice weekend.

Lisascenic