First up, hmm, let's see... how about I misread the directions? Good plan. Wait. Bad plan. The letterbox isn't under the bridge. But we were. Surely the DOT cameras were wondering about that.

Ok, ok. How about up here. Yup, this makes sense. It should be hidden among all these FLESH EATING SPIDERS. Great. So I just reach my hand in and... no. I'm not like that at all. I used a stick. A big stick.

And after all that the letterbox wasn't there. Well, stink. I guess we couldn't be 100% forever. As we explained that sometimes the boxes would be missing we had the good fortune to wander around the corner to another one. The only problem here was we were supposed to be stealthy.

You ever seen kids four, six, or eight be stealthy? Yeah, Clara's starting to get it, but Henry? Not so much. Oh, well.

On the upside, it had a killer stamp. Hand carved and huge. Talk about having too much time on your hands.

So we batted .500 for the day, which isn't really that bad. Now if only it'd been on a trail so I could have counted the mileage...