The Strange Dogs of Black Hut LbNA #73640
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Add Location| Owner: | wandaandpete  |
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| Plant date: | Mar 17, 2019 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Harrisville |
| County: | Mystery |
| State: | Rhode Island |
| Boxes: | 2 |
| Found by: | Betsy @ The Summit |
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| Last found: | Mar 27, 2019 |
| Status: | FF |
| Last edited: | Mar 22, 2019 |
Another couple of sewsewbizzy stamps repurposed in RI.
1. Chubbles is My Neighbor
2. Destination Dogs
As so often seems to happen with the sewsewbizzy carvings we adopted at her memorial gathering in the fall of 2018, we don’t always know what they referred to originally, but we said we’d plant them, so we’ll just have to make up our own stories to go along with the stamps.
For some reason, these two “dog-related” stamps reminded us of the Black Hut Management Area in northwestern RI, even though dogs are not allowed there in the summer and a swatch of orange must be worn by humans from September though February and even from late April through May, so be forewarned. Also this WMA is supposedly home turf for a rarely seen furry critter called Chubbles, so we thought they might make good neighbors.
Anyway, as the story goes, the first dog, who was also half fish, dog-paddled across Spring Lake and pulled itself out at the fisherman’s parking lot, where he got picked up by a fisherman who carried him down the paved road a bit, and then took off with him about 600 steps down the old grassy road past the red gate. Just as the fisherman slowed down to negotiate a patch of icy snow melt flooding the trail that day, dogfish slipped out of his arms and flopped behind a large tree with two low broken branches (one medium, one short) on the right side of the trail. He wiggled into a small cave in the stone wall about two feet behind the tree and covered himself with leaves and twigs. Perhaps he hides there still in his small green camo pouch.
Meanwhile, the other dogs, which to us looked more like snakes on a plane, flew down to the junction of Black Hut and Cove Road, where they took off up the hill behind the silver gate in a flash of red. After a short while, they were thinking of swerving right off into the wild blue yonder, but they weren’t quite ready to make that turn, so they decided to land almost immediately afterwards on the upper left side of a slanted rock jutting out on the left side of their pathway. Take a quick moment to check their box and sign into their little logbook, if you get a chance.
Hike length: 1 mile
1. Chubbles is My Neighbor
2. Destination Dogs
As so often seems to happen with the sewsewbizzy carvings we adopted at her memorial gathering in the fall of 2018, we don’t always know what they referred to originally, but we said we’d plant them, so we’ll just have to make up our own stories to go along with the stamps.
For some reason, these two “dog-related” stamps reminded us of the Black Hut Management Area in northwestern RI, even though dogs are not allowed there in the summer and a swatch of orange must be worn by humans from September though February and even from late April through May, so be forewarned. Also this WMA is supposedly home turf for a rarely seen furry critter called Chubbles, so we thought they might make good neighbors.
Anyway, as the story goes, the first dog, who was also half fish, dog-paddled across Spring Lake and pulled itself out at the fisherman’s parking lot, where he got picked up by a fisherman who carried him down the paved road a bit, and then took off with him about 600 steps down the old grassy road past the red gate. Just as the fisherman slowed down to negotiate a patch of icy snow melt flooding the trail that day, dogfish slipped out of his arms and flopped behind a large tree with two low broken branches (one medium, one short) on the right side of the trail. He wiggled into a small cave in the stone wall about two feet behind the tree and covered himself with leaves and twigs. Perhaps he hides there still in his small green camo pouch.
Meanwhile, the other dogs, which to us looked more like snakes on a plane, flew down to the junction of Black Hut and Cove Road, where they took off up the hill behind the silver gate in a flash of red. After a short while, they were thinking of swerving right off into the wild blue yonder, but they weren’t quite ready to make that turn, so they decided to land almost immediately afterwards on the upper left side of a slanted rock jutting out on the left side of their pathway. Take a quick moment to check their box and sign into their little logbook, if you get a chance.
Hike length: 1 mile