Next, we headed to Clinton Lake intending to hit three boxes within close proximity of each other.
At the first box on our route, Clinton Lake #2, we found the trail marker we were supposed to, found the proper tree, found the rocks behind it...but no letterbox. I double checked, looked at the surrounding trees just in case I had figured my bearings wrong...no letterbox.
So, we went on to Clinton Lake #3. At last, we had a find! And--although it's a somewhat frowned upon letterboxing practice--it was hidden in the loveliest little tumbling down stone wall (pictured above). It was such a great spot! Moe sat nicely tethered to a tree while I popped a squat on a mossy patch of ground and exchanged stamps. (And, while I don't want to give away too much, the stamp was quite appropriate for the day our favorite football team won their 10th game this season!)
As I said, we were intending to go after one more Clinton Lake box (Clinton Lake #1), but by that time my wee Welsh letterboxing buddy--who was carrying our stamps and paraphernalia in his backpack--had walked almost a mile and was clearly getting a little tired. I decided that our one find was nice enough to make up for the other three and we called it a day.
(Letterboxing: P0 F5 X0 / Geocaching: P0 F2)