Letterboxing, revisited

It had been sometime since we ad done any letterboxing. We made a morning of it last week and found two boxes in Granville. They were each in a local cemetery, and with the clues was a nice mix of history and interesting facts. The final clues for the second box led us to a gazebo in the back of the cemetery. We were supposed to stand on the steps and count clockwise a certain number of boxwood bushes. (Earlier in the clues we were led to the gravesite of the placers mother, and we were to remember the final digit in the year of her death, 1977, to know which bush to lok under.) Anyhow, the city guys were powerwashing the gazebo, and so we had to tell them what we were up to, and ask if they could give us a second to check for the box. Normally you are supposed to be pretty stealthy, since some people would just take the box to be mean. I am pretty sure the guy thought we were nuts when we told him we were on a treasure hunt, of sorts, and looking for some type of plastic container hidden in the seventh boxwood bush. We all checked, and found nothing. Sometimes they go missing, so we started to walk back to the van. Pretty soon they drove after us in their truck beeping the horn to tell us they had checked better and found it! It was pretty cool, plus it made us look less crazy. Here are a few pictures from the adventure.