The first box

Ruth and I had a beautiful walk along a trail in Enfield, NH. Although I grew up in that town, I do not recall ever having taken this walk. It was peaceful and had some really nice views.

Here Ruth is looking at a small waterfall.

At first, I thought this tree stump was a bear. When it didn't move, I began to breathe again.

At the other end of the 1/2 mile or so trail, we were supposed to find a letterbox.

As we looked it began to rain.

Let me change that, POUR!

Ruth and I had to walk back in the buckets of rain that fell so rapidly I began to worry that one of us would slip over the edge of the riverbank.

Luckily, we got back safe and sound, though with out having found our box. :(

We will be making the excursion again, on a nicer day!