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
a riddle
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
