Girl Dana and I headed out to Powell Butte today in search of Der Mad
Stamper's letterbox that he hid there in July of 1999. This box is
famous for being protected by a virtual sea of evil blackberries with
only one teeny, tiny hidden path to it. We wore our jeans, long
sleeves, brought gloves and even carried pruning shears. Much to our
surprise, the powers that be have undertaken the gargantuan task of
eradicting the noxious invaders and none of our protective gear was
necessary. What was once a tricky find is now a stroll in the meadow.
The box is there, safe and sound awaiting its next visitor. Funhog