recently we went to fort ward on bainbridge island for a little airing out in the sunshine, and we sat down on a bench tucked away off the beaten path. and it was then that we stumbled across our first exposure to the world of letterboxing. inside a little square tupperware container, tucked almost out of sight, was a small notepad, along with a pen, an ink pad, and a stamp.
there were rubber stamps stamped on pages
and words of happenstance
words of love
and words of gratitude
and then of course
we had to leave our own mark
i've never letterboxed before, but i can see the appeal. it's like a treasure hunt, with maps and clues and navigating skills in the great outdoors, which sounds just as satisfying to me now as a big kid than that younger one i was that did scavenger hunts at slumber parties. you can find a world of information on it all here. and now that i've tasted the thrill upon finding other people's declarations/stamped art, i'm not sure i can turn my back on it. nope. i've always loved me a good treasure.
grateful today for: unexpected happy-making discoveries