The Billy Goats Gruff LbNA #27329 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | N/A |
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| Plant date: | Nov 22, 2006 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Spokane |
| County: | Spokane |
| State: | Washington |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Planted by: | Pied Piper
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| Found by: | Sondog |
| Last found: | Aug 29, 2008 |
| Status: | FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFaFFaa |
| Last edited: | Nov 22, 2006 |
****PLEASE NOTE: This box is missing. I do plan on replacing it, and will change the information on this page once that has been done. I apologize to those of you who've tried for it, I thought I'd indicated its status, but I was, obviously mistaken.****
Billy Goats Gruff Letterbox
No pets are allowed in Finch Arboretum.
Finch Arboretum does not allow pets.
(Note: Hike length given is round trip.)
This box celebrates Spokane's very first letterbox, which was placed by Hangglider and Gardener. That original box has been missing for a few years. Having tried several times to contact the original placer without success, I have decided to place a new box in the same location, partly because the spot was so beautiful that I want others to be able to enjoy it on a letterboxing outing. Wherever you may be, Hangglider and Gardener, thank you for planting that original box!
Head to the John A. Finch Arboretum, located off of the Sunset Highway. Here are the directions according to the Official Walking Guide:
Approaching from city center (East):
Go West on Second Avenue to Sunset Highay. Continue on Sunset Highway past Government Way to Woodland Boulevard. The sign and entrance to the Arboretum is located on the left-hand (south) side of the Sunset Hghway.
Approaching from the West:
Exit off I-90 on Garden Springs. Travel East down the Sunset Highway. Just past the intersection of "F" Street and the Sunset Highway is the entrance to the Arboretum. The sign and entrance are on the right-hand (south) side of Sunset Highway.
Now we begin our story.
The Billy Goats Gruff were looking for a good spot for a picnic—our good heroes, clad as they were in thick hair, were undeterred by any kind of weather and had picnics come sun, rain, or snow.
Having heard that at the John A. Finch Arboretum there were lovely rocks on which to climb, leafy trees to provide a feast, and a creek from which to drink, they decided to have their lunch there. Or was it second lunch? Or possibly third? The Goats Gruff were rather fond of lunch, so it was hard to keep track.
Whichever lunch it was, the Billy Goats Gruff headed to the Arboretum, and traveling on F Street, they were delighted, as any goat worthy of the name would be, to find that there was a parking lot right before F Street intersected with 14th street, which had ACTUAL CARS in it. Oh, joy! There is nothing like clambering to the top of a car to show one's superior climbing ability, as our narrator knows, having owned a few goats during her childhood. Our narrator's parents were rather embarrassed when the family goats climbed on top of visitor's cars, I can tell you...but I digress.
After frolicking awhile atop a Mercedes, the Billy Goats Gruff decided that it really was time to continue on their quest for a picnicking spot, so they climbed down and looked at the information display located at the northwest end of the parking lot. They looked up at the map that was pinned there, and were quite excited to see that there were some EXTRA maps located in a plexiglas box attached to the right of the sign. Someone had thoughtfully provided a snack for our intrepid trio! Try as they might, however, the plexiglas box was too high from the ground for the goats to be able to retrieve the delightful-looking snack. Clearly, the person who had placed the snack did not like billy goats. (The narrator is able, upon request, to provide a scan of the map via email.)
The Billy Goats Gruff decided to see if anything was on the back of the park display. They did not see anything on the sign, but did see a bench to the northwest, and headed over to it, to see whether it might provide some climbing enjoyment. They were somewhat disappointed that the bench was only a couple of feet off of the ground, so after each had clambered on to it, they decided to continue their walk, after munching a few leaves from a nearby beech tree.
From the bench NNE, they saw a bridge, but this bridge did not look as though it led anywhere interesting for a billy goat, so they did not travel in that direction. (Little did they know, poor things, that there were cherry trees beyond the bridge.) To the WNW, however, was another bridge near some willows, Maple Bridge by name, which crossed over Garden Springs creek, and as this looked to continue farther into the park, they crossed it to see what they could see.
After crossing the bridge, they were able to see that ahead, past some kind of pipe and further to the north, there was a service road. They walked over the grass, munching a bit of it absentmindedly, until they arrived at this graveled road, and saw that it intersected with another going roughly east and west. They decided to travel west.
Along the road, the goats passed by ginkos, pines, spruce, juniper, cotoneaster, and sampled leaves of each. After this lunch (third? fourth?) they saw a little building with a water fountain and bench nearby. After laughing at the silly ways of humans who needed a ROOM in which to attend to the call of nature, they continued on their way.
The next collection of trees along the service road were crabapples. The goats were quite excited, as they all LOVED crabapples. They were only able to find one on the ground, and they fought over it until it was crushed to pieces and was no good to anyone.
They stayed on this road and saw that it eventually crossed Garden Springs Creek. One of the goats took fright at the size of the bridge (they had ALL heard the frightening stories about what lurked under large bridges), and turned right before crossing it, following the creek upstream. They found a small culvert and stepped over it onto a trail, and passed by a couple of benches and entered Corey Glen. A glen! That would be the perfect place for their picnic, especially with so much greenery around. Following the path, they took the right branch at the first fork, and behold!—a perfect place for a picnic. But alas, there was one bridge yet to cross, and what do you think they found there?
Billy Goats Gruff Letterbox
No pets are allowed in Finch Arboretum.
Finch Arboretum does not allow pets.
(Note: Hike length given is round trip.)
This box celebrates Spokane's very first letterbox, which was placed by Hangglider and Gardener. That original box has been missing for a few years. Having tried several times to contact the original placer without success, I have decided to place a new box in the same location, partly because the spot was so beautiful that I want others to be able to enjoy it on a letterboxing outing. Wherever you may be, Hangglider and Gardener, thank you for planting that original box!
Head to the John A. Finch Arboretum, located off of the Sunset Highway. Here are the directions according to the Official Walking Guide:
Approaching from city center (East):
Go West on Second Avenue to Sunset Highay. Continue on Sunset Highway past Government Way to Woodland Boulevard. The sign and entrance to the Arboretum is located on the left-hand (south) side of the Sunset Hghway.
Approaching from the West:
Exit off I-90 on Garden Springs. Travel East down the Sunset Highway. Just past the intersection of "F" Street and the Sunset Highway is the entrance to the Arboretum. The sign and entrance are on the right-hand (south) side of Sunset Highway.
Now we begin our story.
The Billy Goats Gruff were looking for a good spot for a picnic—our good heroes, clad as they were in thick hair, were undeterred by any kind of weather and had picnics come sun, rain, or snow.
Having heard that at the John A. Finch Arboretum there were lovely rocks on which to climb, leafy trees to provide a feast, and a creek from which to drink, they decided to have their lunch there. Or was it second lunch? Or possibly third? The Goats Gruff were rather fond of lunch, so it was hard to keep track.
Whichever lunch it was, the Billy Goats Gruff headed to the Arboretum, and traveling on F Street, they were delighted, as any goat worthy of the name would be, to find that there was a parking lot right before F Street intersected with 14th street, which had ACTUAL CARS in it. Oh, joy! There is nothing like clambering to the top of a car to show one's superior climbing ability, as our narrator knows, having owned a few goats during her childhood. Our narrator's parents were rather embarrassed when the family goats climbed on top of visitor's cars, I can tell you...but I digress.
After frolicking awhile atop a Mercedes, the Billy Goats Gruff decided that it really was time to continue on their quest for a picnicking spot, so they climbed down and looked at the information display located at the northwest end of the parking lot. They looked up at the map that was pinned there, and were quite excited to see that there were some EXTRA maps located in a plexiglas box attached to the right of the sign. Someone had thoughtfully provided a snack for our intrepid trio! Try as they might, however, the plexiglas box was too high from the ground for the goats to be able to retrieve the delightful-looking snack. Clearly, the person who had placed the snack did not like billy goats. (The narrator is able, upon request, to provide a scan of the map via email.)
The Billy Goats Gruff decided to see if anything was on the back of the park display. They did not see anything on the sign, but did see a bench to the northwest, and headed over to it, to see whether it might provide some climbing enjoyment. They were somewhat disappointed that the bench was only a couple of feet off of the ground, so after each had clambered on to it, they decided to continue their walk, after munching a few leaves from a nearby beech tree.
From the bench NNE, they saw a bridge, but this bridge did not look as though it led anywhere interesting for a billy goat, so they did not travel in that direction. (Little did they know, poor things, that there were cherry trees beyond the bridge.) To the WNW, however, was another bridge near some willows, Maple Bridge by name, which crossed over Garden Springs creek, and as this looked to continue farther into the park, they crossed it to see what they could see.
After crossing the bridge, they were able to see that ahead, past some kind of pipe and further to the north, there was a service road. They walked over the grass, munching a bit of it absentmindedly, until they arrived at this graveled road, and saw that it intersected with another going roughly east and west. They decided to travel west.
Along the road, the goats passed by ginkos, pines, spruce, juniper, cotoneaster, and sampled leaves of each. After this lunch (third? fourth?) they saw a little building with a water fountain and bench nearby. After laughing at the silly ways of humans who needed a ROOM in which to attend to the call of nature, they continued on their way.
The next collection of trees along the service road were crabapples. The goats were quite excited, as they all LOVED crabapples. They were only able to find one on the ground, and they fought over it until it was crushed to pieces and was no good to anyone.
They stayed on this road and saw that it eventually crossed Garden Springs Creek. One of the goats took fright at the size of the bridge (they had ALL heard the frightening stories about what lurked under large bridges), and turned right before crossing it, following the creek upstream. They found a small culvert and stepped over it onto a trail, and passed by a couple of benches and entered Corey Glen. A glen! That would be the perfect place for their picnic, especially with so much greenery around. Following the path, they took the right branch at the first fork, and behold!—a perfect place for a picnic. But alas, there was one bridge yet to cross, and what do you think they found there?