Christmas Cookie Letterbox

Christmas Cookie Contest

Poor Sugarcane Suzie…she is a wash-out at the annual neighborhood Christmas Cookie-off. Every year, she diligently baked her offering, only to come in LAST place every time. She’s tried recipes for ginger snap, snickerdoodle, lebkuchen, brown butter spritz, spingerle, divinity, snowballs, Florentines, peanut butter cup, biscotti, ansac, pfeffernuesse and thumbprints—what she now calls the unlucky baker’s dozen.

This year, she was determined to do better—in fact her dream was to beat Perfect Polly, so she got a little help from a local establishment dedicated to the culinary arts. So determined was our Suzie, that she entered cookies in every category – all 19 of them! Luckily for Suzie (and everyone’s tastebuds), she had better luck this year, finishing in the following ways:

Cookie (Placement)

Pepparakor 10

Mexican Wedding 4

Gingerbread 4

Shortbread 2

Zimsterne 5

Snowball 1

Pinwheels 2

Checkerboards 12

Oatmeal 5

Linzer Cookies 1

Macaroon 2

Rum Raisin Balls 1

Meringue Kisses 6

Hermits 2

Lemon Bars 3

Tuiles 2

Chocolate Chip 6

Stained Glass 2

Blondies 6

She didn’t beat Perfect Polly in every category, but Suzie was greatly pleased with the results…and we hope you will be too.

Notes:

• This is a limited time box. Probably to be pulled mid-January.
• This is an urban box. As such, it requires you to be sneaky and aware of your surroundings. Your prize is under a large piece of concrete. I suggest that you return to your car to stamp in (you will probably want to park in the far west parking space). This is not a great one to do with a large group. If looking confident while retrieving the box is not something you’re comfortable with, I’d suggest selecting a different box to attempt.

Organizing Stamps

I need major help to organize my stamps. Does anyone have any suggestions?

I carve way more than I can plant in the wild. I use the stamps for postals, LTCs and making cards for friends and family. Above is a sampling of just a few of the stamps sitting on my dresser--most of these have been carved fairly recently. I think I have hundreds more stamps I've carved. I have a small space to work with, as our house isn't that big. Any thoughts? When I need to find something, I have to go through a huge jumble (actually several huge jumbles). I'd like to reduce that wasted time and be able to put my hands on something quickly and relatively easily. I freely admit that I am organizationally-challenged.

cold snap

Not been writing on my letterboxing blog as much as my non-letterboxing blog, mainly because we haven't been out letterboxing.

I'm carving a series of Santas that I'd wanted to get out by St. Nicholas' Day, but I'm pretty sure I won't make it as that's today. Since the creative block broke, I've been actively carving for LTCs, postals and traditional boxes. I even got two boxes planted, but we just haven't had much time for finding. I had a stack of clues for Austin, but somehow we didn't get to go out (mainly family obligations).

This morning is our first really cold morning (lets hope it zaps all the mosquitos). This is the conversation with my 7 year old:

"Mom, you said it's 37 degrees out and we need actual coats."
"That's right."
"I think that's too cold. We shouldn't have to go to school today."
"It's not snowing or icing. And did you know that kids in Michigan even have to go to school when it's below zero?"
"Below zero? Really? I'm never living in Michigan."

It's been a sudden drop in temperatures. On Wednesday, December 2nd, everyone wore shorts to school. Today, hats and mittens were required.

Cheap Gas! Let's Go Letterboxing?

The price of gas has hit $1.80 around here. I was writing this morning on my other blog about economic issues and how I feel like I need to cut back on expenses. But cheap gas prices are almost a bonus. You know it won't last, so you kind of want to take advantage of the lull.

I got used to being more mindful about how much we drove and we were less likely to strike out for a distant single letterbox (much as we love our road-tripping). But now, I feel that we can be a little more adventuresome and indulge our penchant for exploration. We're going to Austin next week to see family, but I thought we might have a letterboxing day on Saturday. We have absolutely NOTHING scheduled on Saturday (and after a crazy fall of sports and Ike, that feels amazing). So, I'm looking within a 90 mile radius for somewhere fun to go for a daytrip.

What about you? Are lower gas prices leading to more letterboxing adventures? Or are you still in entrenched mode? Or maybe you never cut back because you sacrificed in other ways and letterboxing was too important? Or maybe you have a magic gas card and never felt the impact of $4.00/gallon gas....

So, will you be On the Road Again?

On a related note

Can anyone who uses one of those magnifying lights to carve give me some tips? Looking through the magnifier makes me slightly dizzy. Does that go away? Will I get used to looking at my hand in ultra magnification?

I couldn't use the magnifier, but the light part was great. I'm hoping I get used to the magnifier.

I did it!

Did what? Well, carved a stamp. This probably seems like no big deal, but it is for me right now. I haven't carved a stamp in more than two months, since probably a few days before Ike hit. This is astonishing for me. In the 4 1/2 years since I started letterboxing, I've carved hundreds and hundreds of stamps. I haven't gone more than 2 weeks without carving, and then only on vacation when I flew and didn't have my tools with me. Normally, I'd carve almost every day.

But I just can't carve and I can't make LTCs or postals or logbooks or anything if I'm not feeling "right." It's just a weird thing probably analogous to writer's block. Instead of feeling creative, I've just felt blah. Really blah. Blah, blah, blah. Mother of Five and I have been joking about our post-Ike funks, and trying to talk ourselves out of them. But talking hasn't seem to worked.

For me, this was a delayed-reaction funk. Things were fine right after Ike. Everyone had recovered; our house was largely fine. There was a fair amount of damage to the trees, but it was clear we were going to be okay. But, no power, so we went to my sister's house for 10 days. And then, after we returned, being in the house with no power, no cable and no Internet just turned weird.

I thought I'd be able to get back in the swing when we got back home. Nope.
I thought I'd be okay after we got power back. Nope.
I thought I'd be okay after the kids went back to school. Nope.
I thought I'd be okay after our fall routine started. Nope, nope nope (2 kids playing 2 sports each, yikesola).
I thought I'd be okay after we got cable back. Nope.
I thought I'd be okay after Halloween and my oldest son's birthday. Nope.
I thought I'd be okay after I got the Texas tour bus back out and went letterboxing. Nope.
I thought I'd be okay after the election. Well, maybe....

Anyway, I know it got bad when my husband came home Saturday from the Electronics Part Outlet store (best spot in town for robot and mechanical parts) with a lighted magnifying glass thingee. "I thought you would want this," he said, but I think what he was thinking is "what have you done with my wife and can she please come back?" Monday, he came home, "Did you carve a stamp today?" I think he was deflated to hear that the answer was no.

But, somehow, this week, things are better. I don't know if it's restoring my garden or the election being over or the end of that crazy fall sports season, but I feel better. More myself. Physically and emotionally stronger. I'm sleeping better and worrying less. And I've started feeling creative again. There are three projects that I just didn't want to miss--the torn paper II LTC swap, a pink edition of a color swap, and an upcoming postal ring for a friend who recently got married. And, what had been a barren wasteland of a brain devoid of ideas has sprouted thoughts. I dreamt of my torn paper LTCs and I know exactly what I want to do.

The ee cummings quote on the image above is the stamp I carved for the torn paper cards (the pansy is a small part of my idea for the wedding shower postal ring). I still have a lot of work to do on those cards, but now I'm eager to get to it, rather than dreading it.

I'm trying to add things back in after my little letterboxing collapse. There are hundreds of emails awaiting me on AQ, so it's going to take me a while to get to them. If I have missed a deadline on a project, I am so sorry...and if you need to reach me you'd probably do better with this address: dewberrylb (at) gmail (dot) com rather than through AQ.

And finally, if you're one of the people who called me, or emailed me or sent me a card or an LTC, thank you so much. It made me feel warm and loved to be thought of in such a kind way. Letterboxers really are amazing, wonderful, kind people and I'm thrilled to be a part of such a group.

Life in Exile

We're sitting pretty here in Austin. My son's bronchitis is clearing up, and we have open grocery stores and a full set of amusements are at our disposal. We've been sort of an information clearing center for our friends who have no power or Internet access.

Mr. Dewberry went back today to check on our house (still without power, and no estimate as to a restoration date) and to do some more clean-up. We opted to leave the kids here in Austin for health and convenience reasons. I've been figuring out a few things to do; we may even go out and find a letterbox today. We certainly need to get out of the house--we're getting a little stir crazy.

It's day-to-day on the planning and it's hard to figure out exactly what to do. 85% of the schools in our district are still without power, so you can't open the schools until you can run the electrical systems and check to make sure they're safe. On top of that, gas supplies are still tight, so there's no gas for things like school buses. They'll announce on Friday the plans for next week.

Mr. Dewberry took some supplies to last him a few days. There are many restaurants and stores open in Houston now, although the lines can be long. My zip code still has 14,000 customers without power. Our neighborhood has a lot of beautiful old trees, and those trees are splintered and lying all over power lines. Power lines are severed and there are still lines lying on the ground in lots of areas. It seems like a huge job, and the company is estimating that half of its customers will have power by next Tuesday. Hope we're in that group.

We're fine

We left Houston today to come crash at my sister's in Austin for a while. Things are frankly a mess, but we feel very lucky. My front yard is raked and our fence is sort-of repaired (at least it's standing up, but will do while we're out of town). The fridge and freezer have been completely emptied and there will be no nasty-smelling suprises waiting for us when we get back home.

A tornado touched down within a block of us, and there are large trees and limbs down everywhere. All of our trees remained upright...although half of their leaves and small branches are all over our yard. But honestly, we came through Ike just fine. Our only issue is electricity, and there still isn't a good estimate of a restoration date. My oldest woke up with bronchitis, so we really felt like it would be best to get him out of that air and get him somewhere where his lungs could recover.

This morning a trailing band of Ike smacked us with 5 more inches of rain, and as a result our bayou came close to flooding, but didn't. Many of the streets were impassable, and two of the major freeways were closed. But, eventually that water drained and we could leave.

We're exhausted and smelly...I'm waiting on my turn in the shower. I'll try to post more later, but I just wanted people to know that we're okay. I talked to Mother of Five and Pastry Princess, so I can report that all the letterboxers I know are just fine.

Thank you all for your kind notes and thoughts. I have internet access, but it's going to take me a while to get caught up. Interestingly enough, I may have had to come to Austin to find out what's going on in my own city.

If you're looking for a way to help, can I recommend monetary donations to the Houston Food Bank? I know from first-hand experience what a great job those folks do with stretching their resources.

Quick update

At 9 pm, we still have power (although it's flickered a few times. I expect outage around midnight). We are sheltered in place, but we are safe from that horridly deadly storm surge. We are both far enough inland and at a high enough elevation (54 feet if you're wondering) that we won't see water.

The winds are forecasted as category one when they get to us. They're already starting to howl, and they should be twice as strong later on. That means we're in for a screaming meanie of a night, but the damage shouldn't be that bad. Everyone hope that our oak stays upright.

If I can, I'll post an update around noon tomorrow.

Ike is Yike!

To say that we're a little nervous about Ike is putting it mildly. I moved here in 1985, so I've never been through a direct hurricane. Mr. Dewberry was here for Alicia and they lost 4 trees on their property, but in general it wasn't too terrible.

We've moved all the projectiles out of the backyard. We can't really board up because we have a brick house with aluminum-framed windows. I have plenty of water, food and batteries. We're far enough inland that there won't be any storm surge, so we mainly have to worry about wind and downed trees. I fully expect our power to go out (we lose it fairly easily in a thunderstorm). The length of the power outage estimate post-storm will determine whether we stay here or leave for a while.

Just so you know, the nightmare scenario for Houston is a Freeport landfall. That is the scenario that will push the most water into Galveston Bay and involves the most potential for catastrophic flooding. My aunt and other relatives who live in the Southeast area of Houston (Pasadena and Clear Lake) have all evacuated, but emergency managers asked those in my area to stay put. Because storm surge is what is so deadly, I think most people heeded those warnings and respected the utter importance of getting those on the coast out.

Every mile further east of Galveston Ike hits helps Houston. Not that I wish his wrath on those further east of us, but there are just so many people in our metro area.

See you on the other side & I will try and post an update afterwards. Peace.

5 more states!

We've been lucky enough to get to travel quite a bit this year and as a result have expanded the number of states where we've found letterboxes. This year, we've added Washington, New Mexico, Arizona, Colorado and Michigan, bringing our state total to 16. Thanks to our recent trip to Michigan (and being stranded by Edoard for an extra day), we were able to find 18 boxes in Michigan.

So, here's our life list:

Texas
Alabama
Arizona
California
Colorado
Florida
Georgia
Kentucky
Louisiana
Michigan
Mississippi
Oklahoma
New Mexico
South Carolina
Tennessee
Washington

There are two states where it's kind of ridiculous that we haven't found boxes--Missouri and Arkansas. I have family in both, but when we were there for one reason or another we couldn't box. It's possible we may go home (my home, St. Louis) for Christmas, and if so, we'll be adding those two states.

Our total may not seem that huge to those of you on the Eastern shore, with the many states all close by. If we're driving west, it takes us nearly 800 miles to get out of Texas (100 miles going East and 350 miles going north). If you lived almost anywhere else in the country, with a range of 800 miles you could hit at least 10 states, but here it's all Texas. Maybe I should count the number of counties in Texas (there are 254) where we've found boxes.

So, dear blog readers....what's your state (and country) total for letterboxing finds? And perhaps what's your favorite letterboxing destination? Share your travel stories.

Oh, my feet!

My husband and I have been enjoying a few days alone in Michigan. We came up for a wedding, but afterwards, we traveled across the state to see Mrs. Doglvrs and Penguin Patrol, then back to the Detroit area to meet a different group of boxers. We really enjoyed everyone we met; I was just a bit sad because our wedding-related obligations prevented us from doing much boxing in the area.

Well, Edoard fixed all that...canceling our flight and giving us an extra day and a bit in Detroit. So today we set off to find some different boxes. All told, we found eight. But, when I got dressed this morning, I had put on my Birkenstock-like sandals (they're Campers, my new favorite brand), to wear on the plane--so that's the footwear I was sporting. At Kensington Metropark (which was great), we found terrific boxes, but went all over the park, walking all told about 6 miles. (Let's just say that I strongly believe that when you list hike lengths you should definitely mention if that's the round-trip or one-way length). By the end of it, my feet were aching...no matter how comfortable the sandals (and these are wonderful), they're not made for hiking.

Of course, we were starving when we finished, so we went off to dinner at a brewpub (the carrot at the end of the long hike). At one point, I looked down and my feet were 6 shades darker than the rest of my legs (they were that dusty)...good thing none of the other diners were looking at my feet!

Meeting friends, old and new

We've been out in the hinterland for most of this vacation, but we have had the chance to meet up with a few boxers. Many thanks to Alamocito for showing us the wonders of Aztec National Monument and many thanks to the great Santa Fe boxers (and their partners) for showing us the wonders of New Mexican food (although we already knew that).

I like meeting other boxers, but the circumstances have to work out. This vacation, we've had to balance what each and every one of us wanted to do, so sometimes letterboxing has been at the bottom of the pile.

In general, I've found that I much prefer meeting in a small group. I am a social person, but I don't enjoy huge crowds. This has come up in gatherings too. I think I prefer a gathering of no more than 50 people, so that I can have time to box, time to chat with folks I know, and time to meet new friends too. I actually retired all my personal travelers because I felt sort of overwhelmed with them at large gatherings. A slew of people would come up to me, list in hand, and as soon as they got the PT image, they were off. I don't blame them; someone else was waiting and they had more PTs and exchanges to get, but it didn't prompt any discussion or getting to know you conversation. I just wasn't enjoying that aspect of the hobby, so I cut it out. I may add some back in, goodness knows I have a backlog of stamps perfect for PTs.

Anyway, just a note for those of you waiting for clues to the Carver's Castle. I'm still on vacation, but I've had a chance to work out some of the puzzles for the event. Look for them to be posted soon.

Wandering

When I was a kid, after my dad got more established, my family would pack up our car and head out for three weeks every summer. Sample destinations included Maine, Shenandoah, the Blue Ridge, the Smokies, Colorado, Wyoming, North Dakota and Canada. We would camp mainly, spending a few nights in motels in between longer destinations. These trips provide the bedrock for my childhood memories.

My dad would halfway get us up at 4 am that first day, and carry my sleeping sister and me to the car, so we would go back to sleep. That way, he could get a good 5 hours in before anyone had to go to the bathroom or needed to eat.

I saw large swaths of the country this way, except for the Pacific coast and the Southwest. My husband was a geology brat and most of his childhood was spent overseas. His family would return to the US just to visit family primarily, so he missed out on the American Road Trip experience.

Anyway, we're taking two weeks this summer and having one of those Road Trips. We're staying mainly in motels, because we're not plopping in one spot for two long. And we're a little less focused on the destination, and more about experiences along the way. So far we've visited abandoned mines, driven on country roads through breath-taking vistas, rockhounded, eaten in local dives, hiked and taken more photos than you can believe (no limitations of rolls of film).

There are some similarities though to the trips of my childhood. My dad would forcibly take my book from me because I "needed to see this beautiful country." We take the electronics. Kids still fight in the backseat and ask how much longer (it's just that now I'm the parent, not the kid).

We've found some great letterboxes along the way too. I really commend those planters who have placed their boxes in thoughtful locations. As a visitor to your town or community, your box placements are like recommendations of where to go. We had a great hike yesterday along the Molas Trail near Silverton, CO. A box led us there, but the beauty and the pleasantness of the day led us to linger.

Traveling with Children

I always say that you can do anything while traveling with children, you just can't do everything! Unfortunately, I seem to have forgotten my own motto. Consequently, we've overdone it a bit trying to see way too much. The result is some sulky behavior and some exaggerated yawning from the backseat. Tonight, to compensate, we tried to make an effort to get to the hotel earlier so that everyone could relax. We did manage to get here (Bluff, UT) by 5:30 pm, so everyone had a chance to play legos, read and swim. We wanted to get here by 4:00, but couldn't resist Canyon de Chelly (well worth the trip).

My motto's true for letterboxing as well. You can do any box, you just can't do every box. We've been picking and choosing boxes as we go, but today I totally blanked out on one of Sprite's in Ganado, AZ. We were at the spot, I had the clues in the car, and somehow I just had a moment of brainfreeze and forgot about the box. 10 miles down the road when I remembered, my husband offered to go back, but really turning back is hard to do on a car trip.

Anyway, we had a number of things planned for tomorrow, but.....my youngest threw up shortly after getting out of the pool. This may put a hitch in the activities. That's the other part of traveling with kids...unexpected emergencies. I travel with a full medicine chest which gets used more than you can believe. My youngest fell down at Pit Park in Deming NM (cool letterbox there) and scraped both knees; my oldest fell down a slippery slope at an abandoned mine and scraped both his knees (they match!). Today, they were both trying to look through the spotting scope at petroglyphs at the same time and bumped heads, leading #1 to cut his lip....and so on.

Oh well, some of the best vacations I can remember from being a kid are when disaster struck. Like the flash flood in Mesa Verde that caused a hillside of mud come down into our tent and screened-in fly (resulting in a hotel stay). Or, the time when it was so cold camping in Canada that we were just huddled around the campfire afraid to move. When the people from Saskatoon left because it was too cold (and they were in a camper too), that gave us permission to skip out too (another Holiday Inn). That said, we're heading for Mesa Verde tomorrow...I'd prefer no flash floods.

Blazing Blue Skies

We finally made it out of Texas. It was close-going there for a while, because in El Paso, we had to stop at the Wal-Mart. There's no Wal-mart near us and we never go (partially by choice) and the joint was hopping on a holiday. We split up for efficiency (our missions: duct tape and bandannas and toothpaste) and almost didn't find each other again. More time than you'd like later, we were finally on our way. The kids liked the fact that driving on I-10 through El Paso, you could see Mexico out the left window.

We headed to our first major destination of the day, Rockhound State Park. I warned the kids that it was going to be hot. "How hot?" they asked. It's 85 degrees now. My son scoffed, "It's way hotter than that in Houston." Now that is true, so on we went. Rockhound State Park is all about its name. There were some folks in RVs there, but mainly it's about hunting for rocks. For your $5 vehicle fee, you can hunt all you like and bring out 15 pounds of whatever you find. My little rockhounders were delighted. You follow the appropriately named Thunderegg trail until you get to a little rise, and then you're free to fan out over the hillside and hunt away. There were people fully decked with shovels, picks and hammers, but we just had our eyes and hands.

Anyway, it's a lot of fun. I would definitely suggest going in the cooler months if you have a choice, but honestly it wasn't that bad.

We found three letterboxes today--Deming by AZRoadie, Fly me to the Moon by AstroD and MarshMellow by Astro D. All of them were high quality boxes in lovely, worthwhile locations with great stamps. We had a lot of fun driving around New Mexico and seeing the sights. After yesterday's hard day in the car, it was great to have a more relaxed time with more time for side trips. Towns we visited included Mesilla, Hatch, Truth or Consequences, and San Antonio. We like getting off the Interstate and seeing more of the towns than rest stops and fast food joints.

All in all it was a great day. If you want a hint of one of the activities on the agenda, google the very large array.

Whaddya mean we're still in Texas?

So, driving on I-10 through Texas is one long endeavor. We live close to exit 765. To the east, the last Texas exit is 877, so getting out of Texas is an easy enough feat. But, to the west, there’s 765 long miles to go. We scratched out 627 of them today, but it’s hard to believe that you can drive 9 hours and still have two more to go to get out of Texas.

The beginning of today was just like it always is when you’re trying to get out of town.

The kids had spent the night at their grandparents’ house to free us up to get finished and ready to go. We got the car packed at about 1:30 am, at which point I couldn’t take any more and went to sleep. I set my alarm for 6am, so that I could finish some pre-trip letterboxing responsibilities. I got up, made coffee and promptly fell asleep on the couch waiting for it to brew. When the second alarm went off at 7:30, I knew I was in a spot of trouble. Long story short, I prepared 1 ½ swaps that I was trying to complete before I left. That means some folks will be waiting an awfully long time for their cards, but that was all I could manage before my husband threatened to leave without me.

Traffic was bad and it took us a while to get to the grandparents. Then, they made us come in for coffee and pancakes. I took one look at my older son and knew we were in for a long day—his exhaustion was writ all over his face. After the shortest polite stay we headed off. Of course I asked if everyone had been to the restroom. Of course they said yes. Of course, we’d been three exits on the highway before someone needed to go. We found a McDonald’s in Katy, TX, which turned out to be a good choice because by then it was 11am and the oldest was starving. So we loaded up with lunch and then, finally hit the road.

They actually did fairly well, and we made a minimum number of stops before we hit our destination of Van Horn, TX. It’s a town wedged between some hills (I can’t quite call them mountains) relatively picturesque and looking very different than green and flat Houston. I have some photos taken out of the car window (we really didn’t stop) like the one on the left of a West Texas wind farm.

When we arrived, the oldest needed to go straight to sleep. Even though he had a dinner of potato chips and beef jerky, that was the best possible remedy for all that ails him. We’ve got some actual activities planned for tomorrow, so that should be the real start of our vacation. I can’t wait.

I'm trying to blog this trip a little bit more, so hopefully I'll have more info as we go.

Annoying auto-commentators

I published a post and within 10 minutes, I had 6 inane auto-comments from people I've never heard of. I've never really had a problem with that before (I've had to delete the occasional comment, but nothing outrageous). I'm requiring sign-ins on the blog and we'll see how that does. I don't want to have to moderate comments, but I can't be spending too much time deleting links to porn sites. I'd rather be doing something fun.

Summer Boxing

Summer in Houston is hot, and the boxing is of the short-hike variety only. That said, we haven't actually gotten out to find that many, as so far our summer has been relatively busy with a few camps and some other activities. The photo above was taken at Palmetto State Park, which is a lovely diversion near Gonzales, Texas. We found Boots Tex's fabulous box Ram I Am, which is on the short nature trail. The park looks like a Jurassic wonderland, as it is dominated by these large palmettos, the kind you see in South Carolina. Unfortunately, the box by Lone Star Quilter in the same park was missing, but it was still a fun (not too long) little walk. We were on our way back from a weekend in Wimberley.

My sister has moved to Austin, so we're looking forward to having the opportunity to find a lot more boxes in the Central Texas area.

Right now, most of our energy is going towards planning the Great Chile Cheeseburger Tour '08, otherwise known as our summer vacation to New Mexico and Colorado. We hit the road soon, and hopefully will provide updates as we go.

For old time's sake, here's a mushroom picture. As I was explaining to the folks in the mushroom hunters' postal ring (a small and very enjoyable postal ring I'm in right now), we don't hunt fungi like the rest of them. We don't eat the mushrooms, we just photograph them. We're the birders of the mushroom world, always trying to increase our life lists.

3rd Time's the Charm?

For the 3rd year in a row, my beloved Rice Owls are heading to Omaha for the College World Series. This team is NOT considered as talented as the last two years, but they sure are scrappy. I'm not sure how they'll do, but I'm thrilled at how they persevered this year and are one of the last 8 teams standing.

Because of family obligations, we couldn't attend the post-season series like we normally do. We did get to go to a couple of in-season games (where my 6 year old missed being conked in the head by 4 inches--and never looked up). So, because we couldn't be there, we let the kids stay up late last night to watch Rice's come-from-behind win over Texas A&M. The first CWS game will be this weekend, probably Sunday.

Last year, I had a Go Owls! box out all summer, and in 3 months, only one person found it. If you're interested in finding a similar box this year (I'll use a different stamp and a different location), I'll put one out in time for first pitch this weekend. Leave a comment. And if you're rooting for someone else in the CWS, let's get some cheering and jeering going.

The Mystery of the Carver's Castle

We've got a Halloween treat in the works. Nothing's set in stone, but there's tales circulating of goblins and ghosties in the woods. Which woods? Well, that'll be for you to figure out. Look for clues to the case in all sorts of places.

Reader LTC

It's almost summer! Which of course means summer reading. I created this little LTC, reader, in honor of that tradition. I cut up one of Mr. Dewberry's old scifi paperbacks and used some other supplies to create it, including this cute little Gorey cat I had carved a couple years ago and never really used. It's not listed anywhere but this blog. I made about 10 and I'm not sure if I'll make any more. If you'd like one, just AQ mail me and ask for Reader .

Armchair Traveling

I love road trips. When I was a kid, we would pack up the Suburban and go off for 3 weeks, camping and exploring. The first day, my dad would make us get up at 4 am, and we'd stumble, sleepily, out to the car. We slept sprawled out in the back, without seatbelts of course, just lying on top of all the camping gear. We'd all go back to sleep and dad would gleefully get in a good 4 hours of driving before anyone asked to go to the restroom.

We don't do that--my husband is a night owl, not an early bird--but this summer we are planning a family two-week road trip to the 4 corners area of New Mexico, Arizona, Utah & Colorado. We'll see some sights (lots of sights & sites), and have some extraordinary experiences. The kids have put their orders in--they want to climb to the top of a mountain, hike, boulder scramble, rock hound, visit a mine, eat pie, search for fossils and creek hop. Me? I want family time and a chance to get out of the Houston summer swamp and breathe mountain air. And Mr. Dewberry (Asterix) will be happy with a few brew pubs and sight-seeing that part of the country. He grew up overseas, so he's been to amazing places all across the world, but he's woefully inexperienced in the kind of Great American road trip that I cut my teeth on every summer. Tech geek that he is, he's already made a nice Google map with all our stops and sights nicely outlined with pegs.

Where my husband has my dad beat, hands-down, is in his pleasure in ambling along. With my father, we were always trying to get to our destination as quickly as possible. Asterix, like me, likes quirky out-of-the-way stops off the Interstates and doesn't mind taking 8 hours to get somewhere you could get in 4. Even when we were dating, he'd say, "Wanna take a fun cut?" which was always a scenic route, as opposed to a direct short cut.

To that end, I have a plethora of books (Family Fun in fill-in-the-blank and others), and have immersed myself in reading about out-of-the-way hamlets, roadside attractions and snake museums. In some ways, the anticipation and the planning is as much fun as the actual adventure. And, although, we can't go everywhere, I have had a great time figuring out some of the possibilities and filing away others for the future.

And many thanks to my friend Astro D, as she seems to have salted the area with letterboxes in many of just those wacky out-of-the-way places that fit our plans to a T. Of course, we already were planning on staying in a wigwam in Holbrook, AZ and then she went and planted a letterbox there (fate)!

More on plans later, but if anyone wants to make not-to-be-missed box suggestions, I'm interested.

Making an LTC

Like lots of folks, I've been making LTCs--or letterboxer (or letterboxing, whatever) trading cards. This is one I made today. You'll have to forgive the askewedness of the image. My scanner is only a feed-through, and usually it won't take things that small. Today it did, but it tilted it a bit. There's an additional embellishment I want to add to this one, but if I did, it'd never get through the scanner.

Don't look if you're in the 4th of July swap and you want to be surprised...


I've got a good creative outlet with this. Somehow, within the parameters of 2.5 inches by 3.5 inches, there's room for a lot of creativity. Usually, I kick around ideas in my head--sometimes I have one right away, sometimes it takes trial and error. I often end up carving multiple stamps and find myself rearranging little scraps of paper a gazillon times. But, for this card, I had the idea yesterday and it just came together beautifully.

The steps for this card were:

Use yesterday's coffee and this morning's grounds to coffee-dye some white paper (to make it look aged). Let it dry. Brush on more coffee to splotch it more and then let it dry.

Carve the stamp.

Cut the LTC sized card stock and cut the contrasting stars paper. Adhere.

Stamp the Constitution stamp onto the (now-dry) coffee-stained paper (ah, smellovision). Cut it out irregularly.

Somehow get a candle to stay lit and singe the edges of the "we the people" image.

Adhere. Admire.


Update: I thought I'd add this quote from one of my heroes to the back:

"My faith in the Constitution is whole, it is complete, it is total."

Where Am I?

This is the time of year where things always get frenetically busy around here and I don't have much extra time.

Quick updates:
My son's OM team finished 3rd at regionals and went on to state. In the interim, they worked incredibly hard to improve their vehicle and make the tasks more automated. Their state scores were significantly higher and they finished 3rd at state too. They missed going to Worlds by one place, but honestly, we're all more than a bit tired of OM and ready to do other things.

Baseball season is in full swing. That means games and/or practices almost every night. We love baseball season, but it takes its toll!

Spring break was spent in Seattle. We found a number of great letterboxes and got to meet a lot of the PNWers...that was cool. I have great pictures.

We co-hosted a smaller event in beautiful Coldspring. The dogwoods were in bloom and there were dog boxes everywhere. As always, it was a blast! The kids and adults had a lot of fun, even though there were raindrops that needed dodging.

I'll be posting some photos when I get a chance.

Relandscaped, AGAIN?

I'm a semi-urban letterboxer. I live inside a city, but it's semi-suburban and semi-urban around here. It means that a lot of the parks where we choose to plant are city parks (I am a no-plant-on-private-land kind of a gal). Some of these parks have nature trails, but some don't. You have to be clever with your hides and go small. I'm not sure how successful I am at urban planting, but I try.

I'm pretty sanguine about the whole planting thing. I love to carve and I like planting. I like putting my little boxes out there, and I don't get too upset when they go missing. For some of them, there's a brief moment of silence, but usually a shrug of the shoulders will suffice. And then I try to figure out whether to recarve or not (usually not). I have a long list of boxes, probably 10-15, that have been lost to urban landscaping.

Currently, in the park near my house, they've had the community service folks or prisoners (they're wearing orange jumpsuits emblazoned with Department of Corrections) removing non-native plants. The park is becoming quite denuded. I applaud this effort ('bout time!), so I'm willing to sacrifice my Rabbit House box to their efforts.

Now, I've lost another one, my Calculator Games 2 box. I liked this one and thought the hide was pretty good. But, all the foliage around the gazebo was stripped...right along with my hiding spot. All-told, I just can't believe how often urban parks are relandscaped. I just don't think I paid attention to that before when I wasn't looking for spots to hide little boxes.

Goodbye Ruby

"There's no time to lose" I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away

Last week, I learned that my dear friend Ruby Tuesday, part of the Celtic Lions crew, was entering the last phase of her life's grand adventure. Her husband let us know that she was in hospice and that her doctors said she just had days left. The end came on Friday, February 8. Ovarian cancer is a pernicious, horrible disease. This last bit hasn't been easy.

Don't question why she needs to be so free
She'll tell you it's the only way to be

Ruby was a force of nature. A truly sassy diva with a quick tongue and a quicker wit, you didn't want to be on her bad side. But, if you were on her good side, there was much joy and laughter. "Attention: Tupperware Tarts!" would come the email--with some other nonsense or crazy story, making sure that no one took the small stuff too seriously.

Behind that veneer of fun was a will of steel that compelled her to keep going. Going, through all that chemo and doctor's visits and setbacks and tiny triumphs. She'd offer us just small glimpses into that world of doctors and treatments and tests, but mainly, our troop of Texas moms (Mother of Five, Puddlesplasher & Viewfinder and I) served as laughing therapy. We kept it light. She'd disappear for a bit, with those bits getting longer and longer, but always she'd be back with another dry observation on the absurdity of life and others. That she won't be back with a witty pun or a zinger has devastated us all.

She just can't be chained to a
Life where nothing's gained and nothing's lost at such a cost

For me, she was a great mentor. At first, she answered all my questions about traditional and postal letterboxing, but then our conversations broadened to life in general. She was a veteran of the PTO wars, been through years of OM/DI and knew quite a bit about raising out-of-the-box kids as well. I often say that she helped me learn how to raise sons and raise a ruckus at the same time, and my life has been much, much richer for it. Somehow, through sheer will, she managed to make it for major milestones in her boys' lives--graduations & weddings--making wedding favors and offering encouragement--a one-woman cheering section for her family.

Lose your dreams and you will lose your mind
Ain't life unkind?
Goodbye Ruby Tuesday, who could hang a name on you?
When you change...

Ruby was as creative as you'd expect. Although she'd usually draft her son to do the carving, she was an expert at gluing and transforming logbooks into stunning works of art. A postal from her was a treat for the senses. And several of her traditional boxes--the meese and the Scarlet Pimpernel--have been some of the highlights of my boxing days. Letterboxing was just a small part of who Ruby was. But, it was the window through which I got to know her. And as her boxes live on, I hope others will get to experience a bit of her too.

Peace my friend. And for those you leave behind.

...Still, I'm gonna miss you...

Planter's Malaise

In the more than 3 years since I planted my first box (six months after starting), I have planted more than 300 boxes. I have no idea exactly how many as I don't keep track. Some were temporary (intentionally or not) and others have lasted the whole time.

I like carving; I like hiding boxes. I'm sanguine about them going missing--you stick a box out there you gotta expect maintenance workers, landscape revisions (who knew the city did so much relandscaping of its parks, though), flooding, critters and more. Things happen and I may have a moment of silence but I don't get too upset about a missing box. I can always recarve, although what I generally choose to do is plant a different box so that people may find the new one.

But lately, I've been getting "reports" that just are disheartening. After one of them, I lose a little bit more of my enthusiasm. For instance:

"I got poison ivy from your box. You should be a little more careful where you hide letterboxes."

Well, folks who know me know that I am highly, highly allergic to poison ivy. I don't hide where there's any signs of it--hairy vines, three-leaved plants, etc. I know the plant well and I avoid it, because I have had one too many uncomfortable encounters with it. I can almost guarantee that when I planted it, there was no poison ivy. In this case, it could have arisen afterwards...or, the accuser could have found it elsewhere.

"Logbook's wet. You need to replace it."

Could you say anything else? Maybe even just cool park or nice stamp. How about...we laughed at the crazy ducks? Or, we didn't know this hidden gem was here? Anything?

More often though, it's just a "found" with no details. It would take 30 seconds to write something...that's what I do, even if I have to stretch to come up with something nice. I do it. Because I know that someone put some effort (usually) into their creation. I benefited from their efforts, so a thanks is in order.

And so on. I do get lovely found reports--I got a very nice one from lionsmane yesterday in fact (even though he was also reporting a missing box). What do the nice found report people have in common? Pretty much always, they're planters too.

We all have to deliver negative news sometimes. But how you couch those communications has a big effect on how they're received. And too many of these negative notes have given me planter-itis.

A more personal blog

I like to keep this blog primarily about letterboxing. But, often over the last year and a half, I've wanted to comment about issues and things (pop culture, politics, education, parenting, etc.) that have nothing to do with that topic. I restrained myself, but no more!

Finally, I've created a more personal blog. The title is an homage to George Carlin's great book BrainDroppings. It's possible that letterboxing topics may seep in, but that's not the point of the blog.

dewdroppings

I'm not sure how often I'll use it or post. I listed it on AQ under my profile for those who want to subscribe, but I'm not expecting a lot of subscribers. It's really for me to work out some things I feel compelled to say.

~dewberry

LTCs

Well, we've all gone nuts for making these little LTCs (Letterboxing Trading Cards). ATCs (Artist Trading Cards) of course have been around for quite some time. And LTCs are the same idea, except for the restriction that they must include at least one hand-carved stamp. I've been trading them madly and having a lot of fun with it.

I had already made the decision to finish out the postal rings I'm in and then not sign up for more than one at a time. I love postals and love getting to know people through participating in postal rings--but honestly, after the last postal rate increase, I felt the pinch. That, plus the fact that rings creep along in fits and starts. Suddenly, I just didn't really want the long-term commitment that a postal ring necessitates.

So, that's what I'm liking about the LTCs. I can trade as much or as little as I want, and if I'm not in the mood, I don't have to. I still get to see the work of people from all over the US (and different folks, because there are people doing LTCs that never did postals).

The cards range from really simple to highly complex. Mine usually contain more than one image, and I like to create cards that are unexpected. I'll try to post some pictures, but scanning in and all of that isn't one of my strengths.

I like trading, so feel free to contact me via AQ if you're up for a swap.

New Year's Traditions!

Our family has several New Year's Traditions. We started this when the kids were small, because we wanted them to be a bit more adventurous, more open to new things.

Every New Year, we:

• Go somewhere we've never been
• Try an activity we've never tried
• Eat a cuisine we've never eaten before

We pretty took care of the first two, so now onto the third! Eating!!

One of the best things about living in Houston is how you can find any type of people, and thus any type of food. In one short trip down Longpoint, you see an ostioneria, a Colombian bakery, a Vietnamese coffee shop, a Korean deli and much much more. It's like one giant ethnic fondue melting pot. There are also 9998 Mexican restaurants, but that's just a given.

This year, my oldest son closed his eyes and pointed at a map. The nearest country? Morocco! We researched Moroccan restaurants and found two. One was very upscale, renowned for its elegant presentations. The other? A dive in a strip center behind a gas station. Naturally, we went for the dive. We like to order a big sampler off the menu and try lots of dishes, so the dive is definitely more to the budget.

Last night, we loaded in the car and drove to SW Houston to find our Moroccan restaurant. We drove past where it was supposed to be. We circled around again, only to realize that the Moroccan restaurant had become Mexican restaurant number 9999. Drat!

We decided to go somewhere nearby where we'd been before, and took off down the road. Only, a few blocks up, there was Blue Nile, an Ethiopian Restaurant. A little U-turn, and we were sitting inside perusing the menu. Not Moroccan, but still something we hadn't tried.

We had beef, lamb, chicken and a vegetable combination, adapted a bit to the kids' palates (they haven't learned to love spicy yet). The kids loved using the injera and their hands to pick up the food. They tried everything, and they liked most of it and loved some of it, including the chickpeas. I think I might crawl over glass to get some more of their collard greens. I could have made a meal off of just those.

Watching them becoming more adept at using the injera to pick up the food spread in front of them, and eagerly trying everything was exactly what we envisioned five years ago when we started this tradition.

Picking Boxes

For boxes on our home turf, we'll get around to trying to find them all at some point. There are not enough free weekends or days to find them all, but I do a decent job keeping up. If you plant more than one box in our area, we'll definitely find one of yours at some point (sometimes the singletons go missing before we can find them).

But, we do some of our best boxing outside our home county. On the road, the possibilities are just so enthralling--what's around the next bend? When I'm planning a road trip, I try to work in things that we all enjoy--a brewpub for Asterix, rock scrambling or exploring for the boys, letterboxing for me! And, if there's a somewhat-nearby diner known for its mile-hile pie, we've been known to drive more than a little out of our way too. (Someday I'll write the Roadtrippers Guide to Pie.)

There are two kinds of road trips...the kind where you're trying to get somewhere, like a vacation destination, and you have a pretty set route. You can't deviate too much or you'll never arrive where you're going. And then there's the kind of voyage where the road trip itself is the vacation, and the whole point is to tool around seeing sites and exploring. Although I'm fond of both types, the tooling-around road trip is something I truly love.

We went on a three day wandering trip to East Texas. In the year and a half since we'd been in the general area, there has been a box explosion! Trying to decide which boxes to attempt is difficult when there are so many.

Here are some of the criteria I use.

Location: Reading clues, I love it when a planter shows me the true gems of their area. Of course, I want to hit the hot spots (and it's great when there's a box somewhere we'd want to go anyway), but I love it when there's one hidden at a local treasure that isn't on the beaten path.

Planter: Have I found some of your boxes and enjoyed them? Then, I want more! Have I found some of your boxes and not had an enjoyable experience? Maybe your clues are unnecessarily confusing, the locations kind of so-so, or there's something just flat about the experience. If that's the case, I'll probably take a pass. And, if there's only one box by a specific planter, it often means that they dabbled a bit and letterboxing didn't really take. Experience has taught me to avoid those, as I think it takes a bit of planting before you figure out what makes a decent box.

Distance: My boys like to hike (as do we), so we are happy to have a nice walk for a box. But, when you're traveling, every box can't be a hiking box. We mix it up a bit. Even for drive-bys, I like them to be in interesting, unique locations if at all possible (although everyone likes a rest-stop box sometimes).

History: I am a total sucker for a box with a good story.

Variety: In a completely new area, I try to find boxes by as many placers as I can. I like "getting to know" people through their boxes...and I'm not likely to want to stop and exchange when I'm traveling through. I let your boxes be my small glimpse into you and your personality. I like to look at my logbook and see carvings by different people and their completely different styles. It's like a book full of mini postcards from the road.

Of course, even with that criteria, I end up with a pile more clues than we can manage. I make decisions on the spur of the moment, based on time and the moods of the people in the car, about what we'll be attempting. So, it ends up being pretty random which boxes we attempt in the end.

One reason I like driving and taking your time is that there's the stuff that happens that you don't expect.

When we arrived at Martin Dies, Jr. State Park at 2:15, there was a sign up that said there was a snake feeding at 3pm. Well, we had to stay for that! We managed to find a box that had survived Hurricane Rita in a recently re-opened section of the park, and then it was back to the nature center for the feeding.

From the looks on the boys' face, they found it pretty fascinating.

Unfortunately, it meant we had to curtail our boxing a bit, but I loved visiting Martin Dies and I'm sure we'll be back. But really, a snake feeding isn't something you get to see everyday, so that was well worth the trade-off in boxing terms.

From here, it was on to Lake Sam Rayburn, just before a beautiful sunset at dusk, to find petrified wood.

Really the highlight of that day? Being able to catch my youngest son's shoe before it floated off into the lake. I was pretty proud of that, especially as I realized I didn't have an extra pair of shoes. One thing we definitely learned about rockhounding is to wear old shoes!



Here's our load of petrified wood.




In the comments section, I'd love to hear how you pick your boxes when traveling.

Joy!

This photo of my boys running down an Indian ceremonial mound between Alto and Weches, Texas captures what I like about family road trips. Caddoan Mounds State Park was unfortunately and inexplicably closed for the holidays, but this mound was just down the road a bit, in the middle of two fields with a historical marker explaining its significance. Very serendipitous! The kids ran up and down, up and down, over and over again. They had a blast! For more information about this culture, see Boots Tex's Nabedache box.

We're just back from an East Texas letterboxing/rockhounding trip. We found a number of great and thoughtful boxes, and some fantastic petrified wood pieces. We had fun searching for sharks' teeth and fossils in Jacksonville, exploring the site of an old Iron Ore Foundry near Rusk, seeing the devastating changes wrought at Martin Dies State Park from the hurricane and generally traveling around and exploring. It was a great way to close out 2007.

I really appreciate boxes that are thoughtfully placed. When we're visiting from out of town, I like to find the odd bits of history and the interesting locations that we perhaps wouldn't see if you didn't plant a letterbox there. We've really learned to focus on these sorts of quality boxes, and not feel that we have to get every box in an area (we never could anyway!)

As a family, we like to go places we've never been, visiting towns with names we've heard but haven't seen. You never know where some jewel is, just waiting by the side of the road, like these mounds. We were lucky to have great weather--a bit cool, but fair and sunny. The only thing wrong with our trip? Somehow we never found a diner with great pie.

And just for mother of five, we did find this guy while on a great hike at Mission Tejas state park. My youngest stepped on its tail without seeing him. That's why you've got to keep your eyes on the trail!

Mission Tejas was a beautiful spot to hike and enjoy the day. I'd love to go back and camp there someday.

So for 2008, I wish you all much joy and happiness.