The Traveling Fiddler Literary Cache LbNA #71340
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | May 23, 2017 |
| Location: | 2 Wilcox St (mattress.falling.orbit) |
| City: | Simsbury |
| County: | Hartford |
| State: | Connecticut |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Planted by: | Raising Wizards  |
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| Found by: | JKSCamera |
| Last found: | Oct 10, 2018 |
| Status: | FFFFFF |
| Last edited: | May 22, 2017 |
Enjoy lovely historic Simsbury Center in the footsteps of an imaginary Traveling Fiddler, a fellow who wanders from town to town searching for beauty in both the surroundings and his imagination!
Those who wander are not lost ... often they are looking for a good book!
This cache is located very close to the part of the Farmington Canal Rail Trail that runs along Iron Horse Boulevard. At Wilcox Street, look up the hill toward the collection of historic buildings that comprises Fiddler's Green.
This cache is easy to walk, bike or drive to. Or dance to, if you happen to hear a fiddler ;)
Look for the kind of spot that a Traveling Fiddler would be drawn to if he were a literary man. Imagine him walking happily past the public house, enjoying the sun, the sky, the lovely flowers, curiously eying the redstone wall. He's looking for a spot to sit, to relax, and perhaps to take an imaginary journey while he rests his feet. Where would he go?
What would a literary man think of a tiny house filled with books? His heart would soar! His curiosity piqued, he would certainly examine said charming house in great detail.
Those who wander are not lost ... often they are looking for a good book!
This cache is located very close to the part of the Farmington Canal Rail Trail that runs along Iron Horse Boulevard. At Wilcox Street, look up the hill toward the collection of historic buildings that comprises Fiddler's Green.
This cache is easy to walk, bike or drive to. Or dance to, if you happen to hear a fiddler ;)
Look for the kind of spot that a Traveling Fiddler would be drawn to if he were a literary man. Imagine him walking happily past the public house, enjoying the sun, the sky, the lovely flowers, curiously eying the redstone wall. He's looking for a spot to sit, to relax, and perhaps to take an imaginary journey while he rests his feet. Where would he go?
What would a literary man think of a tiny house filled with books? His heart would soar! His curiosity piqued, he would certainly examine said charming house in great detail.