Jumping down the rabbit hole...

I have this distant memory of being a little girl in Sweden one summer. We were at my Mormor's summerhouse in Särdal and there was an organized event that really captivated me. One of those memories that come back to you and give you a warm, loving hug. Over the years, I've desperately tried to figure out what that was and piece together the mental images. It was like a scavenger hunt, but only in the forest and slightly different. I remember there were many people from the community taking part in the event and we were kind of paired off - especially since there were several young children (me included) that were with adults. I distinctly remember coming to a tree that had a piece of paper attached to the trunk with a picture/sticker of a rabbit on it and that was a clue or item that we were otherwise meant to find. This paper told us which direction to go next and almost like a riddle of what we should find next. As far as I can remember, each "team" had to take note of what they found throughout the exercise and the first to finish and get all the "clues" essentially won.

Orienteering seems to be the closest I can come to what this event was. Oddly enough, wiki's history says it originated in Sweden ! This must have been a lite version of Orienteering and for some funny reason, this is one of those memories I love. First of all, it occurred at my favorite place in the entire world. Also, it absolutely appeals to the part of my brain that loves a good puzzle...and better yet, a hands-on, Alice-in-Wonderland type of riddle.

To add to my cerebral hedonism, I stumbled upon this during my feverish searching.

Do you ever wonder how one goes about finding what they are meant to do ? Or what one is really good at ? A bit off topic, perhaps, but I've always wondered how others found their passion. Like the story of the man who picked up a piece of wood upon being bored and ended up whittling a beautiful animal with no previous training ? The wood spoke to him, his knife and hands were the instruments that created a new life out of an otherwise boring chunk of timber ?

Right, so my point being - what if this delectable memory that has been floating about in my brain, reoccurring ever so often, has been there because that is something I should be doing ? An activity that will speak to my desire to be out, enjoying the beauty of nature and also incorporating the richness of the riddle. I won't know until I try and if it's a flop, then I will treasure this memory as I always have. Of course, this brings about the idea that I'll have to be social to a degree and gather up the nerve to actually attend one of their events. Don't take this as a deal breaker by any means - I can be gregarious when life calls for it.