So, I grew up in Lincolnton - moved there ,when I was five and moved away at 21. I spent countless hours driving the roads all over town. In fact, I spent most of my early teen years cruising the courtsquare. [If you are from Lincoln County then you know what I'm talkin' about. If you're not then you just aren't cool :)] I mean, I spent 1000s of hours, wasted 1000s of gallons of gas, and burned out a clutch in the Prelude up there. We would spend [Stephanie and me usually, but sometimes we did allow others the privilege of being seen with us...Matt, Karen, Kathy, DeAnne, etc.] HOURS waiting to go around the square or turn left form a back road. [This was THE entertainment on the weekends.]
Today, Emma and I chose L-town to letterbox becuase my thought was that I knew my way around - yeah, right! Apparently, during all of those years of cruising, the only thing I paid attention to was who was in the car beside me cause I sure wasn't paying attention to street signs. I turned up a one-way street today, had to turn around numerous times, bugged my personal GPS [aka Stephanie] to death, and rode past the same landmarks SEVERAL times. I am so directionally challenged. [Some of you that know me can attest to that - I once went from Lincolnton to Hendersonville via Columbia, SC AND to McAdenville, from GASTONIA, via Gaffney, SC....I ain't good with maps or directions or paying attention. How in the world do I get up and function each day?] We rode around and around and around the courtsquare [Back to the good ol' days again] and we did manage to find a few boxes here and there.
We ended up at the old Crowell Memorial Hospital...can you say super bizzaro creepy? Seriously, this place could be the sight of a Texas chainsaw kind of massacre...it is way spooky. Of course, when we pulled in, Emma told me to get the letterbox - she said she was stayin' in the car! I've included a video below [from Youtube] of some idiots who went inside it. [That being said, I have zero sound on my laptop - some kind of virus attacked the sound - so if there is foul language I apologize - close your ears.]
We then ended up at the Lincolnton City Park. We turned in and the road crews were working on paving the road so they gave us a strange look. We searched for the LBX [unsuccesfully - we decided that the thought of snakes and other varmits made this one not so enticing] and pulled back to the road. We successfully blocked all traffic, from both sides, because apparently the pilot car [The one with the dude that gets paid to drive back and forth and back and forth and back and forth] wasn't smart enough to pull in front of me so I could follow, along with the stream of traffic behind the Stop/Slow sign guy. No traffic from the right, no traffic from the left - just a bunch of people waiting and waiting and waiting. [Honestly, I felt powerful...I managed to keep a long line of cars from moving at all - a one woman traffic jam so to speak.] Finally Mr. Pilot drive figured out that he needed to get in front of me and all of the folks that were stuck in traffic limbo moved.
Emma and I ended up at Highland Park. There are several different LBXs out there and were excited. The first box sends you directly into the weeds, thickets, and briars. My little diva [We don't call her flossie for nothing] sent me in. "Momma, you go ahead and just get the box. I'm just going to stay right here." So there my fat butt goes, climbing over blackberry bushes and other random weeds [probably hidden poison ivy - which I found out I am HIGHLY allergic too on another LBXing adventure last year...I guess I'll find out won't I?] looking for these big rocks. I found the rocks and I climb in there, lay on my stomach and dig under a rock. Guess what? Wrong rock! I had to climb across two more rocks to find the LBX. All the while Emma is telling me to "hurry up" because she is "sweating." We got the box, along with several others, then called it a day. We are going back, next week, to find some more...and this time we are bringing Stephanie...so we don't wonder in circles.
I am thankful I got to spend the day with Emma...bugs, briars, sweat, and all.
Hahaha. I love it. The graffiti on the old hospital is priceless. Lol.
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