Camelot or Cadbury? An Iron Age fort or the home of the once and future king? The legend if a chieftain or a romantic fantasy? Perhaps both are true as part of an enduring legacy. After all, once there was a spot, that for one brief shining moment was known as Camelot.
On a cold rainy day we stopped at the North Pole, Alaska. We encountered memories of Santa Claus Lane, wondered about the Naughty List, and recalled a special story, The Santa Within Me. Our inner Santa is more important than ever. Watch for the Diaries to return in the New Year.
Poetry in Motion. The cache owner requested poetry. I’m not sure this rises to the occasion, but on an autumn day in Portland, I needed to find paper to write my user name. And then I began thinking about poetry and memories of a memory.
Come for a cache but stay for the Tales of the Hornet. It may be one the world’s most haunted ships, but even stranger might be the stories of Mark Richards who claims he once battled aliens on board. We are not likely to believe Mark’s accounts, but if you visit be sure to ask if any of the ghosts have seen Ellis.
When kayak-caching I heard this song in my mind: “The Albion River is the Queen of Rivers All.” But it was also true that the Albion Snag is king of all the snags. Even if you don’t find a container, remember the song and its its refrain, “we are somebody o.”
A trip to see a plaster cast of David and a cache that asks finders to write something in rhyme. Perhaps I wrote too much by posting rhyme but I am glad the cache encourages people to write more than TFTC.