As I mentioned earlier, Maegan and I planted a letterbox while vacationing in Florida last week. I was worried about whether the box would survive even a few days. It is planted inside an incredibly busy three-story playground. I had either found a brilliant hiding spot right beneath a thousand kids' noses, or it would be discovered by kids immediately. Yesterday I was happy to get a message from another letterboxer that they had found the box and it was fine. Hooray. Perhaps this was as good a hiding spot as I had hoped.

But that's not the funny part. The funny part is that my clues (instructions for other letterboxers to find the hidden box) specifically mentioned that you had to stick your right arm through an opening, because you then had to reach around to the left to grab the box. Well of all the bad luck in the world, the letterboxer who found my box had a broken right arm in a cast and couldn't grab it! They had to ask a family member for assistance with the final reach.

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