Everywhere I look, I see hiding places. Every suspicious pile of rocks. Every tree hollow. Every crack in a wall seems like a clever place to secret away my carving creations. I’m beginning to think like a letterboxer.

At least, I think I’m beginning to think like a letterboxer. As I’ve never actually planted a box and covered my tracks, I really can’t gauge the sharpness of my hideaway eye. In order to put it to the test, I designed a little experiment involving ten old tennis balls, some camouflage tape, and my imagination.

With these test objects in hand, I hightailed it into the city to find potential foxholes. I had two simple criteria. First, I wanted places that were public; dozens of people will pass by these spots daily. Second, these locations needed the potential to become an actual letterbox plant; no need testing places I would never consider otherwise. With those requirements in mind, I secreted away all ten items.

Will they be hare today and gone tomorrow? I’ll be checking in every month until our planting frenzy officially begins to see how my experiment fares. If any disappear, I’ll reveal the location and speculate as to why it may have failed. The ones that persists may just show up on our list of letterbox plants!