Show Us a Sign...Please!
On the History Highway, Days 24 & 25
WASHINGTON, DC— In yet another big-hearted gesture, cousin Pam put aside her life and frolicked with us around DC for two days this weekend. We must have added 400 miles to her car's odometer as we drove around most of Washington's streets, seeing some multiple times as we tried to locate a particular signpost to guide us to an elusive letterbox.
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Frederick Douglass's Cedar Hill home |
Behind the main house is a reconstruction of Douglass's quiet retreat where he went to think, read and write undisturbed by his houseful of children and grandchildren. Douglass furnished his rustic hideaway simply— a high desk, stool and a comfortable chair— and called it his Growlery since his courage and that great mane of hair had earned the nickname of the 'Lion of Anacostia.'
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Growlery |
From the park, we made our way to Washington National Cathedral. Like the Washington Monument, the cathedral sustained significant damage in last year's earthquake. Most of the damage was centered on the highest points of the building's exterior, including immense pinnacle stones that fell to the roof or twisted out of place.
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Washington National Cathedral interior |
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Bishop's Garden |
An hour and two letterboxes later with 3:00 approaching, we were all ready for some lunch. Yelp pointed us to a Lebanese restaurant nearby but when we eased into a parking spot at the doorstep of Fresh Med, a Greek & Mediterranean place on Connecticut Avenue, we took it as portent and stepped inside.
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Waiting for food at Fresh Med |
The vegetarian and falafel platters did not disappoint, and we left charged up with energy to search for a few more letterboxes. Finding the "precipitous path" described in one clue to be nothing more than a sheer perpendicular drop, we decided to seek an alternate approach to that box at another time and moved on to one which started with a photo clue.

Finally as the sun began to sink, we decided to call it a day and resume our search on Sunday. As we approached the apartment building where we're staying near the Pentagon, we asked Pam about the 9/11 attack and where the mammoth building was impacted. Never one to miss an opportunity to be tour guide, she drove us to the location and insisted that we visit the 9/11 Pentagon Memorial adjacent to the spot where the plane crashed into the building.
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9/11 Pentagon Memorial |
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"I see a centipede, but no letterbox." |
With the specific address in hand, we zipped directly to the park entrance, which we had driven past a couple of times yesterday but rejected because, as we realized this morning, the sign was missing. Armed with the knowledge that we were indeed in the correct spot, the empty signposts were as conspicuous today as they had been invisible yesterday. Delighted that we'd finally nab that slippery letterbox, we followed the clue to a large tree beside the trail where we were to find the box inside the hollow.
As it turned out, we were not destined to encounter this letterbox, after all. We poked and prodded, photographed and examined the interior of this five-foot diameter behemoth through an arm-sized keyhole, but no container was secreted inside. At least, none that we could unearth without a chain saw.
On the other hand, like so much of life, the fun was in the journey. And a new phase was about to begin as we sought out some of the boundary stones that surveyor Andrew Ellicott placed in 1792 as he marked the ten-mile square territory that was to become the District of Columbia. Of course, these markers are interesting in their own right, but the fact that a local letterboxer had placed boxes near some only piqued our interest.
In the process of seeking out three of these stones and their accompanying letterboxes, we tested and rejected a number of theories regarding a DC mystery letterbox that has become a bit of an obsession. We also met a couple of very precocious children in a tiny urban park and helped them search for a missing cat as well as an imaginary one that their new friend Miss Pam introduced into the conundrum.
After we made a brief appearance at the National Arboretum to check out the stunning dogwoods in bloom (and find a letterbox), the clock was striking three, so we deduced it was time for lunch. Since our travels today had taken us through several Ethiopian neighborhoods, our appetites conspired with the subconscious to seek out an Ethiopian restaurant. Nearest to the gardens,Yelp reviewers recommended Ethiopic Restaurant on H Street near Capitol Hill.
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Vegetarian Sampler Platter |
Heading toward our last stop of the day, Theodore Roosevelt Island, to plant a letterbox, we drove past Union Station. "The bell!" Ken exclaimed, eying the oversized Liberty Bell replica sitting at the intersection of Massachusetts and 1st Street. Always game for another adventure, even though it was time for her to head back home, Pam veered off in search of a parking space so Ken could pursue his theory about another mystery letterbox.
Once we determined that this was not the bell referenced in the clue, we had to drag Pam into the Postal Museum across the street so she could log into the letterbox there before getting back to our planting venture on the island. A bit of hiking and we spied the perfect spot on the Uplands Trail.
By then, we were well past Pam's target departure time. After all, she does have to go to work tomorrow. But that didn't stop her from saying, "Now, what about that Pentagon Memorial letterbox?" It was the just the parallel ending for the day. Located in a public park well away from the Pentagon compound, the letterbox was a treasure, rewarding our search with an exquisite stamp by a local boxer whose cherished father was working in the Pentagon on 9/11. He survived the attack and helped her plant the letterbox ten years later.
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CIA* Weekenders (*Cousins in Action) |
QUOTE OF THE WEEKEND:
"Are you sure this is a letterbox and not a rat trap?"
Pam, after we found a very large letterbox hidden under a building
WEEKEND STATS:
Miles walked: 5.69
Letterboxes found: 13
Park benches: 932
Trails: 23
Missing park signs: 1!
Centipedes photographed: 1
Cherry trees in bloom: 0
Greasy fingers (after Ethiopian meal): 30
Security officers eluded: 14
Dogs being walked: 4,281
Citizens who are savvy about missing park signs: 0
More Weekend Photos
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But who really found it? |
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Mexican dogwood |
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Another reason why you don't want to drive a car in Washington. |
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Washington National Cathedral |
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"And we saw a poster that said Fish the cat is missing!" |
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Ken and Pam stamping in at secret location |