A few days ago, I started out to take a walk in the woods. First I passed snowdrops and crocus blooming along the drive.
Most of the crocus were yellow but there were a few pale violets, whites and deep dark purples.
Then I spotted daffodils threatening to bloom.
I passed alongside an open farm field and saw some unwelcome visitors.
Then I crossed the road, intending to go to one of my favourite spots. But just as I was about to enter the woods, I noticed that someone had been there before me.
Who had left this sign? And where did it direct me?
I crossed the stream …
… and followed the path, as directed. In the distance I spotted another sign.
The hint told me where to go — exactly where I was planning to go, to Orin’s Sugarcamp!
What would I find when I got there? Would I see more than the over-sized tin maple leaves that we’ve hung from the trees, as a reminder of what used to be?
Would I find a can of maple syrup? or a nice, sweet drink?
No, what I saw was this old green drink bottle.
But then I turned a spotted something else that was green.
I moved in for a close-up and this is what I found!
Who put it there and where was the treasure? I walked on along the path, spotting trees attacked by woodpeckers.
Was there a treasure hidden in one of those holes? Before I had a chance to look, I noticed a flash of colour in the distance. Was it another sign? I continued along the path, avoiding muddy spots, until I could make out what it was and what it said.
I followed the hint and kept to the right, climbing a steep hill. Near the top I spotted another rock, painted purple like an Easter Egg.
Nearby, the sign pointing me to Mythos tempted me to detour but I kept on the main path, straight ahead.
The sign nearby reassured me that I was still on the correct path.
By now I’d walked a long way and this hint gave me a choice. Should I resign and ‘follow the Greek signs.’ Since I had installed those signs, I knew where that would take me. But I didn’t want to give in, so I kept straight ahead.
The trail became muddier and muddier and for a long way I saw no rocks or hints. Had I made the wrong choice?
No, another painted rock confirmed that I was on the right path.
Again I saw a sign in the distance. This one directed me to follow the stream, and I did.
The path took me through the meadow where Joe Pye weed blooms abundantly in late summer. Now, the ground was muddy, with nothing special to see. Still, I kept to the path and as I exited into the field, I had an inkling of where this treasure hunt was taking me. When I saw the next painted stone, I knew I was right.
Still keeping to the path, I saw the destination in front of me, at the top of the hill.
Scraps of paper under the Big Chair told me I’d come to the right place. I searched and searched but the treasure was gone. Whoever had come before me had found it. (Congratulations, Hazel, Alistair and Kieren! and thank you for the fun, Bella, James and Melissa!)
I found a treasure of my own, though — the pleasure of walking the woods, alone on a sunny day. A precious treasure indeed, in these days.
What is giving you pleasure in these tough times?
Oh, but did you find out what the treasure was, eventually? I was given a treasure hunt for my 60th birthday. I never did write a post about it, or make the book commemorating it. Hmmm . . .
Yes, the treasure was specifically designed for my daughter and her family, by their cousins. So lego and activity books for the two boys, a friendship bracelet made by a cousin for her cousin, a face shrub for my daughter and life savers for son-in-law! All things they had in the house. But the best part is how much fun the hunt has given other friends and neighbours, with or without children.
What a wonderful adventure! Old trails make for a pleasant walk, but the game made it so much more enticing. What was the game treasure that you missed while finding the treasure of a walk in nature?
Things for kids: lego, activity books, and a home-made friendship bracelet. All things they had at home.
I get pleasure from my isolation in my home on Brome Lake. The view is magnificent and lifts the spirit. Also it is a pleasure to walk in the woods and discover unexpected treasures.
As soon as the garden wakes up from the winter, there will be lots to keep me occupied. With Annabel and her family next door, I am not totally lacking in human interaction.
I send best wishes for Easter and hope you and your family are in good health.
Helgi, how nice to hear from you. Best wishes to you, Annabel and family for Easter. A good view on the lake and on life keeps us going.
what a fun walk in the woods – a mysterious, interesting adventure – thanks to all Trail Blazers – Happy Spring!(maybe the Easter Bunny found the game treasure?)
Definitely the Easter Bunny, if his name is Kieren.
What a fun easter “egg” hunt. Love the tin maple leaves.
It was lots of fun.