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Nutter's Puppy Pack LbNA #51786

Owner:Tarte and Tires Contact
Plant date:Dec 5, 2009
City:Santa Barbara
County:Santa Barbara
Found by: Kelsung (2)
Last found: Nov 11, 2013
Hike distance:Unknown
Last edited:Dec 5, 2009
This series is Dedicated to my faithful Letterboxing companion. She's a handful, but letterboxing suits my sad attempts to tucker her out and still have fun. This series was to be planted around Tabano Hallows, her normal puppy haunt (fenced in - off leashed park). That ended with a Vet visit, so we moved this to another local dog haunt favorite. Douglas Family Preserve is an amazing off leash area, overlooking another amazing find an off leash beach! (If you want to do hit both areas let me know I can tell you the best course of action for you and your puppers.) The views are breath taking and on a clear day you can see the channel islands. So.. this is a story about Nutters the letterboxing puppy and her pack of friends.


We walked Nutters into the Park and headed straight to the sign at which we could let her loose... and off she went. She boogied straight along the trail with the ocean on her left (stopped to get a drink of water before continuing on the same trail). She came to a fork, stayed to the left and ran over the old fallen log (See her image on said log). Onward she saw a small, lone California Oak and took the trail right before it. Ahead she spied a fire hydrant and stopped to take note of everyone who left their 'calling cards'. She took a left towards the old foundation and passed it took an immediate right down a narrow trail. From the back corner of the foundation she sniffed out 25 paces. Under a tree to the right she found her pal Zeus. SPOR.


With Zeus tuckered and resting back under the tree, she continued on her earlier, narrow trail. Onward by an interesting thicket, across a clearing of crossed roads, she found an even narrower trail into the trees. She kicked up dust as she ran down the trail between two bushes and stayed to the right as she went around a large, solitary tree. She took a right at the fork and made a bee-line for the pavement where the trail seems to end. Sniffing around, she veered right and curled up to her pal Sancho under a tree and chewed on a twig. SPOR.


With a belly full of twig, she went off in search of more adventures. She found a dirt trail, crossing what looked like the edge of an old cement foundation. She continued until the end, taking a left and facing the hill. She ventured down the path and snubbed the on-leash sign, by taking a left. She ran until she saw a clearing on her right, and decided to pranced into it, ignoring the hydrant ahead on the trail. From the trail through the clearing she spotted a small, skinny tree at trail's end. Approaching it for a good sniff, she saw an even larger tree to its right. She ran right over and behind it for a good round of BARKing at its base. Kona came out and they ran around like wild dogs.


Nutters continued on the uphill trail, heading away from the small green mountain across the trees and trying to catch a whiff of salty seas. Passing yet another hydrant on her left, she kept on going until she reached a good lookout at the corner of the park (scenic stop). She continued trotting with the ocean on her right. At the fork in the trail, she went around the island of trees to the left and picked up the trail parallel to the waves after it. She stopped off to rest at a fallen bench along the bluffs. (scenic stop, on a clear day you can see the beautiful Channel islands and at 60° Storke Tower at UCSB). Completely rested after 2 minutes (seriously!), she ran straight down the main trail and ignored all signs and attempts to be leashed. Halfway to the park entrance she saw something cross the trail to the right.

She followed it down a very steep embankment that led closer to the waves. The critter ran even faster, taking every left turn but keeping to the trails. (Tires had to duck under a branch crossing the trails to find her.) A few hops forward and left and Nutters cornered the critter at a tree with four trunks. Her back to the ocean, she closed in to say “HELLO! Yay! Arf?” and the critter scampered off through a hole formed by the arching of the tree's thick roots. Nutters lept forward but couldn't fit through the hole. The tree shook, and sticks and leaves fell all over her, burying her to the left of the archway.

1.5 miles total