first stamp

Cedar Bay Park
December 1, 2008
~2:45 PM
44°F
Heavy clouds coming in;
light layer of ice on the canal;
the man sitting on a picnic table just over my left shoulder is smoking a cigarette and wondering why we’re there.

Actually, we were looking for our first letterbox and after three previous attempts and not one stamp to show for it, we didn’t care one bit if the guy watched our every move. We found the box, stamped our guts out, noisily re-hid it and left. From the highway I spotted the smoking guy poking around the hiding place, trying to figure it all out. I guess we’re bad letterboxers.