This is the best place in the world where you can meet successful,
handsome carvers of rubber erasers for hikes up rocky defiles,
defiled rocks, flame wars, cheese racing, sprains and inkstains to
last a lifetime.

In addition to the many nerds and nerdettes, Goths and geeks,
geocachers and party crashers, you can meet thousands of folks who
can decrypt ASCII and hex, read a compass (both forward and
backward), Nancy Drews with arcane clues, cheerleaders and chess
champs, lawyers, engineers, astrologers and nuclear physicists. You
could even have met Martha S. if you had been a tad earlier.

Anybody, even those who should never be left in the same room with a
block of Master Carve, let alone a Speedball carving set, is welcome
here to find their soul mate or at least their X100th encounter. Even
though some of us own Two Cherries 0.5 mm gouges, you do not have to
be rich to join, just obsessed.

Put your letterboxing name, personal stamp image, email addy, and
what kind of compass you own on a 40 page booklet and place it in a
mason jar. Coat the jar with plaster of paris and rock fragments,
then hide it somewhere in a National Park. Post the clues on any one
of a number of websites. We will get right back to you.

The Gangsta of Love,
Sir B