We had been putting off checking on one of our unfound letterboxes until we were sure that snow and ice would not impede our search. About a month ago we searched similar areas and the snow pack and icy trail made us realize that there was no way we should attempt the trails in the area where this letterbox was hidden until snow and ice were gone. We used our local ski resort, Ski Tussey, as an indicator. If we could look up on Tussey Mountain and still see snow that they had manufactured on it's slope, we would not attempt to hike out to this letterbox.This weekend was warm, the forecast was 80° and the snow was finally gone from Tussey Mountain. We were eager to check the location of this mystery box since at least 3 well established letterboxers had sought it and failed to find it. After corresponding with them, it sounded like they had been in the exact area where we had hidden it. I could not imagine anyone stumbling onto it because it was hidden well off of the trail. RGBisMe and I decided that there was a chance a critter decided to drag it out of its hiding place. We were still uncertain enough to hold out hope that the rocks that we had secured it in place might be working.
Another early morning drive yesterday didn't have us very chatty but we were excited to hit the trails in the beautiful area. We knew of a few other letterboxes it the same area but chose to focus just on determining the existence of ours. We hit the trail and after an hour of navigating from the closest parking area only saw one patch of ice well off of the trail. I regret that I did not photograph it because later in the day on the same trail I was hiking in a tank top.We walked past beaver chewed saplings and a friendly stream. It was early enough that we didn't meet up with anyone until a few hundred feet before we were ready to look for our lost letterbox. We were looking carefully around on our approach because we did not wish to be seen as we approached where we had hidden the box. RGBisMe spied a fellow with a camera and tripod on a cliff not too far from where we had hoped to be going. I gave him a look and decided that he was just trying to get a special photo that included the early sunrise in a canyon like area where it's hard to get exact lighting. We walked on and when I looked back he had come down onto the trail and headed in the direction we had come from.
We took that as a sign to make a scramble to ground zero. After a quick check with my compass and verification on the bearing with our GPS, I determined that the clues I had written were more accurate than I had hoped, if the letterbox still was in place. We counted the distance that was also determined in the clues and I could recognize the hiding place as my counted footfalls added up.
Just ahead of us was a feature that we both recognized. It was where we had hidden the box and it looked just as we had left it. RGBisMe pushed a couple of leaves aside to see the rest of the rocks that secured the letterbox. It was a relief that it was still in place and I found a certain amount of satisfaction in that I didn't feel compelled to change how the clues to this mystery box had been written. Two years and three days after we had hidden it, we replaced the letterbox as it was. It has yet to be found by anyone other than ourselves.
As we hiked back to the car the morning got markedly warmer. We ran into the man we had seen earlier heading down the trail toward us. He admitted to having seen us earlier and admitted that he had been lost an was bushwhacking from another trail. He pulled out his map to ask how to get back to his car from where he was. We determined which intersection he had taken a wrong turn at, showed him where he went, where he was and invited him to walk back to the parking area with us. He decided to hike and see some more of the natural features of the area before returning another way.
By the time we reached the parking lot, van loads of day hikers were coming to enjoy the trail. We were glad we had come early and had gone undetected in finding our lost letterbox. Things had gone so well, in fact, that even after hiking 3 or more miles of up and down we decided to do some more after driving to another area that promised another mystery letterbox.It was not a short drive and we stopped for gas and a sandwich before we got to the trail head on state forest land. The heat in this parking lot chased us into the woods and we ate as we hiked. Another 3+ miles were ahead of us and the trail description promised some rugged areas.
The first section of the trail was indeed a rough decent and it was difficult to navigate with a sandwich in one hand and my hiking stick (bless you Bibliochicks) in the other. I was starving so the sandwich quickly disappeared behind my teeth allowing me to wave my one arm around as a counterbalance over the tricky rocks. The best part was how cool the air became before the trail dumped us out onto an old railroad grade.
The short level section was anything but boring. It was along there that we saw some pretty Trout Lilies blooming and our second area of remaining ice of the day. I did take a photo of RGBisMe beside it but my camera was still set on macro from shooting the trout lily - augh! Trust me, it really was ice in those rocks that he is standing by!
The trail we decided to take descended onto another rough section that was not as direct a route than if we had stayed on the graded old rail but it was so scenic down and along the creek. Mountains rose to the dappled blue sky and the ground was covered in patches by moss in some ares. We had to cross a series of little streams over the last half mile or so and my feet longed to soak in them.The final location was very pretty and we couldn't understand why anyone else was there. We soaked up the surroundings, easily found the letterbox and took a few photos before hikers started drifting in. A couple of day hikers came first then a handful of back packers. Our timing had been just right and we started back to the car.
We chose a different route for the return trip. It was no shorter but a little less rugged. About a half a mile from the car I told RGBisMe that I was "all in." He said he was a little tired but doing all right. I was glad I had brought a change of shoes and changed out of my boots the moment I sat down in the car.
The ride home was quite pleasant and we stopped in a cute out of the way restaurant. It was quaint, the staff friendly but the vegetarian food selection was nil. We had a couple of large salads and looked back on our day with pleasure before heading home.
