At White Rock again, just can't stay away from that place, delightful beach just the other side of the Canadian border. Dennis, in the guise of a reluctant letterboxer with low tide in the background. Canadian families like to bring their chairs and picnic lunches and set up amidst the low tide mucky sand. Just a thing. Gin and I had placed the letterbox (there it is sitting on the rock at the left) earlier in the summer during a Canada Cup trip. We went to check on it, Dennis had fetched the letterbox a short distance down on the rocks and we made sure it was ok. Definitely piqued the interest of the people sitting at the picnic table right to the left. They wanted to see the mysterious letterbox. I showed them including the ice cream stamp.
Congrats on my sister getting the job at the NPR station in Indiana.
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How difficult it is to SEE a letterbox. Right there. Can ALMOST touch it. But I can't. It's so exciting to find one. And there is one in plain view that is totally out of reach.
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