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A Mile in Moccasins LbNA #56546

Owner:Adoptable
Plant date:Nov 27, 2010
Location:
City:Lederach (Harleysville)
County:Montgomery
State:Pennsylvania
Boxes:1
Planted by:Cannibals
Found by: Tribute to Pickles
Last found:Oct 11, 2014
Status:FFFFFFFFa
Last edited:Nov 27, 2010
A Mile In Moccasins- Camp Wawa Park, Lederach/Harleysville

"Wawawawa wa! Wawawawa wa!" I could hear the Indian chief calling as I parked my car and stood at the dam, watching the water fall on the rocks. The entire Wawa tribe was walking in a line down the stone driveway that was behind me. I turned, curious. What were they doing? Being the sneaky person that I am, I jumped in line behind the last tribe member, and began stepping slowly and heavily, as they were. Our parade continued in this fashion for about 280 footfalls, until all motion halted. The chief turned to face us. "Wawawawa wa! Wawawawa wa!" The tribe erupted in cheers. I could see a wooden picnic table on my left, and a line of trees on my right. The chief began to walk towards the first tree in the line of trees, and passed to the left of it. He continued about ten feet to a large tree who's trunk split into four branches about five foot up. I watched, fascinated, as he removed two brown pieces of bark from the crevice where the branches met the trunk. When the chief removed a small object, this time not a piece of bark, the tribe went crazy, yelling, screaming and dancing with apparent delight. This must be some sort of ancient ritual, I decided, only slightly unnerved by the excitement. The park returned to silence as the object, a clear box, was opened and the contents removed. From my position, I could vaguely make out a notebook and a small piece of rubber. Around me, the indians were pulling small notebooks out of their pockets. They then lined up, and one after another they allowed the Chief to stamp their notebooks with the small piece of rubber. I hopped out of the line, not wanting to get caught spying on this ritual. Finally, the box was placed back into the crevice, and the bark was replaced so that you could not easily see the box, even from the road. After that, the crowd seemed to dissapear. The indians walked away in all directions, and I was left wondering what all this crazy box-and-stamping stuff was about.