OK, so this very cute train picture has nothing to do with this blog, but I couldn't resist passing this along to friends and family. I had to write today about our latest and greatest letter boxing experience. We are truly loving this activity. Today, we ventured into the near by Moss Creek Reserve. Finding this box was quite challenging. We had to cross rock bridges, master walking out number of "feet", as well as heading north and south without the use of a compass. (the north and south wasn't too difficult since I've done some climbing/bouldering in this area and know my where abouts well enough.) The challenge was getting Kendal comfortable being deep in a wooded area on very narrow pathways. We had to tackle every moth, butterfly, nanometer size ant to the very large fire ants. I didn't even mention to her the possibility of the close snake holes or the noises of larger critters wondering about us. I then discussed roots and rocks and how to avoid stepping on the roots b/c they were parts of trees, which was a very big mistake on my part. This medium size hike became quite long as Kendal determined what was a root, a tree skeleton (or as we know it a stick), or a mystery of the unknown. We then had to crawl over or under a very large pipe, wonder off the trail into a wooded area to find this one dead tree. Under a particle section of the dead tree, which was hard to locate, was the letter box which had to be dug out using my freshly painted fingernails. Anyway, we did find the box, make our mark and read all the messages people from all over the southeast had left in this mystery location. On the way back, we mastered the crossing of creeks learning how to read the rocks making sure it would be a sound rock to avoid falling into the deep unknown depths of algae waiting below. She was quite proud of herself.
On the ride home, I thought I heard myself seated in her booster chair . "Oh look at that poor puppy. Can we go back and get him and take him home. He looks like he doesn't have anywhere to go." Watch me end up with 25 dogs, the neighbors call Six on Your Side, or they just form a posee and shoot me. No, we didn't take him home, probably b/c I couldn't find the pup when I turned the car around to track him/her down.
Well I wouldn't call Kendal a picture in the Patagonia Magazine displaying their latest hiking gear (yet), but glad that she is enjoying one of my favorite pass times.
Hope every had a great day as we did today. 
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