Be Gentle LbNA #77206
Owner: | Nippy & Peewee's Helper |
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Plant date: | Jan 1, 2025 |
Location: | Little River Preserve |
City: | Hampton |
County: | Windham |
State: | Connecticut |
Boxes: | 1 |
Found by: | Not yet found! |
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Last found: | N/A |
Last edited: | Jan 1, 2025 |
This is the first letterbox planted at Hampton’s Little River Preserve—a new open space preserve purchased by the Town of Hampton with the help of the Conservation Commission. We received a grant to construct an ADA accessible fishing platform at the pond on the property, and an Eagle Scout is completing a walkway to the Little River, which will be also accessible for fishing at several locations along the trail.
Read the information at the kiosk to learn about the Preserve’s fascinating history.
This preserve is also a working agricultural field, so when you’re here, please stay on the trails and don’t cross the hayfields.
To get to the Preserve, take Hammond Hill Rd. off Rt 97 in the center of town.
Park in the parking area and reach the box in one of two ways: walk straight up the farm vehicle path and then bear left to take the path closest to the river, or bear right to follow the path on the westerly side closest to the trees where the field ends and the land slopes up. (The path goes round in a 1 mile loop so you’ll reach the spot either way—going right is quicker but maybe not as pretty.)
When you come to an “inlet” of the field—the place where the field bumps out a little into the woods, way at the end of the field, you’ll see a stone wall beyond this part of the field. Stand approximately in the middle of the edge of this bump, near the brush, looking at the wall, and then face north (right). Walk about 23 paces to the other edge of this small portion of the field and up a small hill you will see another stone wall.
Bushwack up to the wall about 10 paces (sorry, it’s still full of brambles—soon we’ll make a path. But you can use the enormous bittersweet vines to help you up the slope!). At the highest point in the wall (with the most rocks on it and a single rock higher than all the others) turn left (west) and follow the wall 9 paces.
Look in the bottom of the wall to the right of the barbed wire. The box is behind a rock in the crevice of the wall.
This box is planted in memory of Randy Thompson, who made the acquisition of this preserve possible and would have loved to know that his dream of having people come and visit it had finally come true.
Read the information at the kiosk to learn about the Preserve’s fascinating history.
This preserve is also a working agricultural field, so when you’re here, please stay on the trails and don’t cross the hayfields.
To get to the Preserve, take Hammond Hill Rd. off Rt 97 in the center of town.
Park in the parking area and reach the box in one of two ways: walk straight up the farm vehicle path and then bear left to take the path closest to the river, or bear right to follow the path on the westerly side closest to the trees where the field ends and the land slopes up. (The path goes round in a 1 mile loop so you’ll reach the spot either way—going right is quicker but maybe not as pretty.)
When you come to an “inlet” of the field—the place where the field bumps out a little into the woods, way at the end of the field, you’ll see a stone wall beyond this part of the field. Stand approximately in the middle of the edge of this bump, near the brush, looking at the wall, and then face north (right). Walk about 23 paces to the other edge of this small portion of the field and up a small hill you will see another stone wall.
Bushwack up to the wall about 10 paces (sorry, it’s still full of brambles—soon we’ll make a path. But you can use the enormous bittersweet vines to help you up the slope!). At the highest point in the wall (with the most rocks on it and a single rock higher than all the others) turn left (west) and follow the wall 9 paces.
Look in the bottom of the wall to the right of the barbed wire. The box is behind a rock in the crevice of the wall.
This box is planted in memory of Randy Thompson, who made the acquisition of this preserve possible and would have loved to know that his dream of having people come and visit it had finally come true.