Friday, December 26, 2008

Quest for William Penn's PEN

"The Quest for William Penn's Pen"

Philadelphia – Aug 18th




Another Review
By
Rassilon



Inspector: You know, there's a word for people who
think everyone is conspiring against them.

Woody Allen: Yes, I know… Perceptive!!!

--- Curse of the Jade Scorpion




A Conspiracy of Infamy against the "Infamous!"


Today, I must begin my report, strangely, with an apology to all my fellow travelers on this particular Ravenchase Hunt. Apologizing for the pain, suffering and their excessive trips to the medicine cabinet is quest of aspirin. All your torments at the beginning of this race were inadvertently my fault.

As Shakespeare might have described it, a sort of "Merry War of Words" has broken out between Robert & Kristine Jenner and myself. All of which caused the bar on the last race to be raised a little higher. Namely, the appearance of that "Unique Starter Clue" for "The Quest for William Penn's Pen" hunt held in Philadelphia, on August 18th.

The events are these. --- One week earlier, Robert Jenner, of Ravenchase's New Jersey branch, was trying his hand at his very first Starter Clue for the Princeton race, "Catch a Tiger by it's Toe."

Kristine, their usual resident Puzzle Master, was off gathering a few new grey hairs, as well as losing a few grey cells, over the puzzling out of four new and different hunts they were assembling for Corporate clients.

With her hands so full, she had left the creation of the starter clue for the Princeton Hunt in the capable and loving hands of her husband, Robert. Rob, welcomed the challenge, and diligently sat down at his own desk to pondered, plot and wax poetically over his Starter clue for days.

At its birth, like all Fathers, Robert was enormously proud of his "First Born Brain Child;" having poured much of himself into the project. It shone brightly in his eyes, and he beamed with Parental pride, as he sent it out to play among the children of the internet and everyone on Ravenchase's mailing list.

His dream, being of course, that a last minute group would discover it, solve it and would in the delight of their success, decide to sign up for the Princeton Hunt as well. This was how this particular Starter Clue came to disembarked itself upon my doorstep, via my e-mail.

Finding a good mental challenge always too irresistible to turn away; I opened the clue, and unfortunately, within seconds, recognized the path in which the clue was heading.

Swiftly downloading a chart from the internet, I translated the code; and within fifteen minutes, I had unscrambled the anagrams that formed its core and knew for certain the exact starting location in Princeton would be at the "Turning Basin Park."

What, callously, I did next sealed my own fate, as well as the fates of my innocent fellow adventures on the "William Penn Quest, in Philadelphia. And once again, I do ask all who attended to forgive me.

What I did was to send my answer back immediately, mentioning in my reply that, even though I was "absolutely terrible" at Anagrams, I had solved this clue in only fifteen minutes. Most of my time being taking up with the downloading of the chart I needed.

Horror, upon horror, what a unforgivable thing to say to a parent! And then to add final insult to injury; within twenty minutes, I came up with my own Intermediate Starter Clue for the location, based on codes I had seen Ravenchase use in the past. I callously sent this Changeling Child of my own, back to the Jenner's for comparison.

( For those adventurers still reading, or even remotely, or vaguely interested a this point, my starter clue is posted on the "Puzzles Haunt" section of the Ravenchase boards. )

For Robert Jenner, not only had I dismissed his first born brain child out of hand, but I had thrown down the gauntlet in the dust before him.

How could such arrogance go unchallenged, unpunished. The "Infamous" Rassilon had to be taken down a Peg or two, at all cost. He had to be taught a lesson in Humility!!!

There was only one thing to be done, Robert and his wife would have to invoke a power far greater then they themselves commanded. One, which they has secretly prayed in their souls they would never have to invoke, for such a power that could come at a heavy cost to them later.

But, for the wounds that "Infamous" Rassilon had inflicted, no sacrifice was now too dear to pay. There was only a single thirst in both their souls now. A thirst for Revenge!!!

So, the Jenners pulled from their bookshelves various books containing astrological time tables, and in particular, those pertaining to the hours of the Moon. They needed an appointed hour of greatest alignment; when the dark forces they intended to contact, were to be at their height.

Thus found, they waited. Waited until the deepest hour of the night. When the moon waxed heavily in their favor and the black powers would be exalted. An hour, when only sinister deeds, unwhispered of in the light of day, could be preformed.

They lit candles, open their laptop, made appropriate sacrifices to their own dignity. And then, with a laying-on of hands, they typed in a Dark and Terrible Invocation to a far away Spirit.

When the words of their invocation were finished, and carefully check, so that no fault in their true desires could be misinterpreted. Together the Jenners, with a single heart, and with a single hand, pressed the "Enter Key," sending forth their dark request for help into the "Ether," and into the night..

Their written supplication traveled outward into the darkness. Traveling beyond the hills and mountains, across rivers and valleys with the speed of lighting. It never even hesitated when it touched the sea. It leapt across the water, as if it born from the first to do so.

What the Jenners had unleashed upon the universe that night, was now unstoppable. The message voyaged beyond, beyond, to a place where sky, sea, fire and mountain meet as one. It sought out the secret dwelling of a infinitely Dark Spirit. A Spirit, known to possessed the heart of the blackest Raven. The heart of a Trickster.

A Trickster, who was first whispered of among the tribes of the North American Indian, almost before time itself began. A name still spoken with reverence among them today. But, only as being myth, something dreamt long ago. Yet at the same time, within their native hearts, they fear a greater truth. The truth that the Raven still walked among them in some foreign land; and may someday return to them. But such things are not often spoken of aloud.

The Jenners dark invocation and summoning for help, had called out to this Trickster Spirit by another name. Their call reached out to the "Great and Dark Kahuna." of the far Islands. The creator of all things Ravenchase, Joshua Czarda.

The Great Kahuna stirred at their summoning, and his eyes gleamed in the darkness, as he reached out and touched his monitoring screen. Within moments, he saw and took in all, and the mountains about him trembled in fear, for the dark spirit of his soul had laughed. And it was a terrible, merciless, laugh.

The "infamous" Rassilon had now aroused the displeasure of the Great Kahuna as well, and he would reap bitterly the rewards for his carelessness actions. This interloper would be brought to task for his offences to the followers of, The Raven, and suffering would be his only allotment.

The Great Kahuna stretch forth his hand and half a world away, the Jenner's printer awakened like a thing possessed; spitting forth black ink. Then it spat forth something even blacker. A curse. A terrifying curse, devised in the deepest darkest corners of the mind of the Great Kahuna himself.

This Curse that came in the form of a clue. A Starter Clue; one that would make even the Jenners shudder in disbelief over what they had wrought upon the earth, in their hast and thirst for revenge. But, they now didn't know what else to do.

They dare not send out anything less than this clue that lay before them. To do so might, might incur the anger and wrath of the Great Kahuna upon themselves. It was they who had invoked him. And once invoked… there was never any going back.. The Great Kahuna's "Will" must be done.

And so, as it was written… It was Done!!! …

The Starter Clue of the Great Kahuna was sent forth upon the land. And to all those both guilty, or innocent, who sought the Treasure of "William Penn's Pen." would have to suffer. And all, would be brought to share in same fate as the Interloper, Rassilon!

*** A Note to Our Intrepid Reader***


Thus far, all this sounds rather exciting, and very malevolent in it's darkness doesn't it??? A familiar tale at least worthy of the pen of August Derleth. --- Sadly, very little of it is true, because the "actual truth" was far more mundane.

Rob and Kristine Jenner wanted a Starter Clue that would "Stump" me personally, and so they e-mailed, Josh Czarda, in Hawaii for help. In short …"They Ganged-up On Me!!!"

Josh worked his Magic, and came up with a starter clue for Philadelphia almost entirely based on what I had mentioned in my e-mail, as being my greatest weakness in clue solving, ANAGRAMS.

The Starter clue was, to put it mildly…. was "A BEAR!" In fact the whole subspecies known as "Ursus Arrctos Middendorffi" The largest land animal in North America, in both its size and scope. The clue incorporated the use of Numerical Substitutions, Greek Alphabet, Anagrams and something hidden far deeper within the puzzle itself.

Two of my fellow adventures on the race, from Team "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess" (No, really… that "was" their team's name) confessed to me, that for the last two days prior to the hunt, none of their office work was getting done.

Their obsession to crack this coded message, had displaced everything in their lives. They spent two entire days staring at their work assignments, but mentally thinking only of this clue. To the point, that they were running back and forth to each others cubical every other hour, hoping the one of them had found some crack in its makeup. Their team only solved it in the eleventh hour, and the eleventh minute, before the game started..

For myself, the Number Substitution and the Greek were easy enough, but the Anagrams… (yikes!!!) I set to work with my favorite on-line Anagram solver at WWW.Wordsmith.org /Anagrams. The results were to say the least, eye-opening in their crudity alone.

I don't know who to blame, the author of the puzzle, or the programmer at Wordsmith, but one of them either by accident, or design, is very preoccupied and excessively concern with dirty and suggestive words.

The words, Boob, or Boobs cropped up at least fifteen times, or more, within the page. As did that [size=4]"B"[/size=4] word that rhymes so wonderfully with Witches, along side of words, like Porn, Buns, Toga, Bra, Brats, Barhop, Gunboat and Thumbscrews.

The two most ominously sounding messages that appeared before my eyes, sounded like something placed there by, Josh Czarda, personally; just for me to find. "BE REVENGED I…" and a reference to my oldest Nemesis "GREEN IVY…" Twenty-two hours later, I woke with a splitting headache, from dreaming about the clue all night long, and I threw up my hands.

Stumbling out of my bed, un-washed, un-shaven, I went to my computer and typed in a short e-mail to Kristine and Rob, and cried…
"UNCLE!!!"


*****



THE HUNT BEGINS

or

"With Six Clues… Do I get Egg Roll???"


Our gathering place for the teams was to be 2 PM at Penn's Landing down by the Philadelphia River front, next to a sign that showed the "Ships of the Delaware."

For myself, I arrived about forty minutes earlier to familiarized myself with the area again. The last time I was at Penn's Landing, was when I held a younger man's dream in my heart of becoming an actor. One of my first paying film jobs was down here at Penns Landing, working as an extra on the Brian De Palma film, "Blow Out."

I never rose as an actor and remained forever poor, but I have a wealth of memories about Penns Landing. How many people can say they were personally knocked down six times by John Travolta, during the shooting of one scene, and kissed on both cheeks by Nancy Allen and her stand-in Deborah Everton. The kisses were in gratitude for the Roses I presented to each of them. Both of these Ladies remain close and dear to my heart to this day.

The Rob and Kristine Jenner arrived at about a quarter of two. Rob in possession of the famous Ravenchase Treasure Chest, containing our clues for the day. Had them safely lock away, until the rest of the teams arrived.

The weather that day was fantastic. Bright and clear, a high about seventy-six degrees. The air clean, was filled with sound of music from a local open air concert being given on the Landing that day. Kristine informed me that at least twelve people had signed up for the hunt that day, breaking down into four teams.

The first of these teams to arrive, not counting myself, Team Rassilon, was Team ClubEdventures.com. Lead by Ed and his bevy of tattooed beauties, Abny, Alana and Jordan. --- I would love to say I have a fantastic memory for these women's names, but I only recalled their names, after seeing their picture posted on Ed's website.

If I remember correctly, Ed said he worked for living at, The Franklin Institute Museum, and in his off hours ran local Rallies and Hunts similar to Ravenchase in their nature. ( I wondered suspiciously, if he was there to take notes that day? Ravenchase's fame was growing.)

Next to arrive, and all in "Pink," was Team Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess. This outing for the six men and women and was a personal birthday present for one of their members. That's why they all were wearing the matching pink T-shirts with the Teams name on them.

( Here I will admit to being a little more than jealous of this team. As my own friends, a "Thoroughly Rotten Lot," barely can manage wearing matching socks on any given day, and always completely ignore my own birthday.)

The last Team to arrive, Team RudyKip, came literally in over our heads. They call the Jenners from the Benjamin Franklin Bridge above us, saying they could see us and that they were running behind. Asking us please, not start the race without them.

If I recall the story correctly, the young man had driven up from Richmond, to play and he had to stop off along the way to pick up his girlfriend. But fifteen minutes later they stood by our sides, filling out the usual wavers and releases for their first born children and we were finally ready to begin the hunt!

The race planned that day was a good one. If you are a true follower of the Ravenchase Forum, then you know from the boards that Kristine Jenner, since my last review, has decided to become, "Evil." It was that, or take up Knitting, Evil sounded more fun and less work.

Kristine has been taking notes and suggestions from the creative talents of other Ravenchase Franchises around the country. Ordered several new Code books from Amazon.com, and carries by her side at all times, just for inspiration, an unabridged edition of the autobiography, of the "Marquise de Sade."

All these changes in her, culminating in the forcing of her husband, Robert, to take her to see the Broadway production of "Wicked" so many times; that she now has the entire musical score for the part of Elphaba memorized.

The Philadelphia hunt was to prove she and Robert were well on their way to getting their desired wish, beginning with their first challenge. When the Ravenchase Treasure Chest opened, what came out of it was a surprising curiosity.

We were not immediately handed our clue scrolls and maps. But instead, we were handed a single sheet tied up with a yellow ribbon, and a small cardboard box, that looked like the type you would find at a Chinese take-away for side order of Moo-goo-gai-pan. I briefly wondered, if with Six Clues… do we get, Egg Roll???.

Kristine and Rob smiled and looked wily at us in our confusion. We were told that we would have to earn our clue scrolls and maps. We were to answer what was on the sheet and solved the puzzle in the box. To do so, we would have to decipher the question and answer it in only three tries, or lose five minutes, for each wrong answer there after.

My left eyebrow arched upward, as I open the box. For inside, there inside was a greater mystery. The box contained a four items. A brand new dollar bill. Two shinny Quarters and a Bright New Penny. Opening the attached sheet, I found a message entirely written in Maritime Signal Flags, and I leapt into action.

Having arrive early that day, I had seen another public sign. One showing all the meanings of the Maritime Signal Flags. Unfortunately for me, I was not the only one that had taken note of this sign.

Team Happy Ferry Mushroom Princess, or Team HFMP for short, had also spotted the sign, as they arrived from that direction. They were a half-step ahead of me in getting to the sign. So, I had to translate the code message while looking over a few shoulders, between two heads, under an elbow and between two "very" shapely female thighs, as their team crowded tightly around the board. But I did get my translation. What did the message say??? That, I am afraid, I am forbidden to tell you.

Part of my "Gentlemen's Agreement" with Ravenchase Adventures, is that in order to write about them, I am allowed to give you all the flavor and fun of the hunt. But never actual reveal there true locations, nor too much details about the clues themselves. The locations might be use again someday for Corporate clients. Also Ravenchase lives for the befuddlement of their would-be copy cat organizations attempting to duplicate their hunts.

What I can reveal, is that the message involved the brand new Dollar Bill found in the box and a question that was more of a "Bar Bet" than a puzzle.

I am purposefully leaving this clue intact, for the simple reason that it is a "Real Groaner" when the answer was finally discovered, plus I suspect that Rob and Kristine shall, in their new capacity for "Evil," wish to continue torturing future teams with this puzzle from here to Timbuktu .

It took about ten minutes, and all of our three guesses, to get it, but at last we all had our clue scrolls and the race was truly on its way.


The House of Stars


The intriguing thing about Ravenchase Adventures is, that despite of the fact the clues are numbered, you do not have to solve the clues in any straightforward pattern to win. Using the map, it can be an advantage sometimes to recognize all the clue locations that are tightly grouped together and attack them first.

Reversely, it can also be an advantage to attack the clue furthest away, removing that single obstacle quickly. These were my thoughts, as I headed for what I will only describe to you, as the House of Stars.

Philadelphia, has many historic offerings. Sometimes too many. But I recognized the House of Stars by its description alone and arrived ahead of the other teams by about twelve minutes. What I needed appeared to be inside of the building, but the clue sheet held one more clue in the form of a box code. Arrange six groups of scrambled letters into a new pattern and you could uncover what you were to do, or say, inside the building.

Perhaps by instinct, or perhaps by shear blind luck, I arranged the letters in a pattern and on my first try, saw enough of the message to understand what I needed to do.

I needed to obtain a souvenir coin at that location, at the exact cost of two quarters and one Penny. All that remained at the bottom of my Chinese Take-Away box. I almost laughed at it's devilish simplicity. I was off again in a shot with my token safely in my pocket I now only needed to find a very small house, where nobody lived anymore.

Time and Timelines Wait For No Man


Blocks away from the House of Stars, is a park. And apart of this park is a monument dedicated to one of Philadelphia's founding fathers. Or rather, just to where he lived at one point. For the monument was really nothing more than a very small replica of what historians believe his house once looked like. This was the house I sought. All twelve inches of it in bronze.

I have to confess that in all the time I have lived in and around Philadelphia, I had know idea this park even existed, or was even there. I found the house via the Internet, more by accident, then design, the previous night as I was boning up for the hunt.

I mentioned in my last report that I like to gage the minds of the people that build these hunts and compare their actions to other well known games. Such as, Josh Czarda, being a Chess player, Chris Dove and Lisa Duty, being Poker players and lastly, the Jenners being purveyors of misdirection in the oldest of games, the Shell Game.

With this mind set, I can sometimes take educated guesses, as to what Historic features of the area might come into play during a hunt, based on the region surroundings of the Start Location. This Park and its exact address, happen to be apart of my notes and it was the only way I would have found it without outside help. You can never win a Ravenchase hunt by this method I employ, but it does lay excellent ground work.

Once inside the park, the clue guided me to a timeline of Philadelphia's history. Somewhere in the timeline lay an answer to the clue and the "Password" I was to collect for the game. But, the "Question" to that "Answer," lay buried in the clue page.

Kristine was not only being Wicked & Clever, but she was being a bit Childish as well. She hide the question in an old fashion Word Search Game Square.

The main reason, I should mention, I am so terrible at Anagrams, is for a single reason. I-can-not-spell-to-save-my-life. Throughout the greater part of my life, I have personally defeated every attempt to teach me proper spelling. Which only makes the strange quirkiness of my mind more intriguing in that, while I can not spell, I can fathom and crack most Cryptograms given enough time. ---- Go figure???

This particular Word Search was proving elusive to me. Many of the straight forward words I could find, even the ones on a diagonal. A number of words appeared to be set up as red herrings and useless to the whole of the puzzle. It would take me even longer to figure out that Kristine was again being particularly wicked and even cheating a bit, by reversing words and even creating words that broke and over leaped other words already discovered.

Fifteen minutes later, I had most of the question, but I was missing the last two and most important words. I decided to think about it and return to the Timeline later, I made a few more notes. Time, again was not on my side and I needed to move on.

( Note to myself: -- Invest in a set of multi-color Hi-liter pens for the Indiana Jones Bag. Might prove helpful if any future word search games are discovered.)


Mommy, I see "Pink " People…


The House of Prometheus, or Clue #1, according to Robert Jenner's Treasure map, lay somewhere about five blocks away, as the Raven flies. I felt a good walk might reorganize my thoughts and perhaps give me new eyes which to see what I was missing within the Word Search. This trick worked well for me during the Lexington Hunt.

When I arrived at Prometheus, I was confronted with a plethora of "Pink People." All of them with their little faces pressed against the glass windows of the building. It was Team "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess" who were once again a half-step ahead of me in arriving on the scene.

If there were any unfortunate glitches during that entire day; it was to be found here. The Prometheus clue was a Polybius Square. We were all required to find a certain historical plaque within the building.

From the plaque, we were to locate one paragraph to fill in the missing squares of our grid. The deciphering of the numeric code after that, should be a simple matter. What was not so simple, was the fact that the exhibit was closed, locked down and bolted that afternoon.

In honesty, no blame can be attached to either Robert, or Kristine. All the guide books clearly state that the building should have been open to the public until 6 PM. So finding it locked at 2:45 PM on a Saturday afternoon was as unfortunate, as it was unexpected.
Here in true sportsmanship among the Ravenchase Teams came into play. Pooling our ideas and resources, we put in a call to Kristine and told her of our dilemma. With every team locked out, Kristine ruled, that no penalties would be taken off for this clue, or the phone calls.

Then with one of Team HFMP's phones on speaker, Kristine read us all exactly what we needed from the Plaque, before calling all the rest of the teams with the same information. The "Pink" team was on the move again, and I was close on their heels for two reasons.

One, I needed a quiet place to sit down and decipher the Prometheus Clue, as well as rework the rest of the Word Search Puzzle. And Two, I overheard Team HFMS saying, that they was off in search of the Bronze House clue. ---- As the Chinese wisely noted in one of their many ideograms… "In Confusion, there is Opportunity!"

Having just come from that location, I offered to act as native porter and guide, showing them the way. My help was gratefully accepted. As we strolled along, the teams chatted about the hunt so far and I learned by their conversation that our teams were about evenly placed in the numbers of locations that they have visited and clues solved. So, the race was still open, as to who was in the lead.

About two blocks from the Bronze House, we ran into yet another of our group, Team ClubEdventures.com. Ed and his bevy of beauties, apparently having just left the park appeared to be heading in the opposite direction for the House of the Stars.

One disturbing note, that caught hold of my ears, was hearing Ed mention that they had "accidentally" found one of the hidden clue scrolls at one of the future location, and were now backtracking. This was disturbing news, since this definitely could mean his team was now in the lead.

Arriving at Bronze House park, Team "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess" were a wonder in action to see, proving that "Six Heads" are better than one. As a team, they broke apart. Several attacked and read the Timeline, One, like me, sat down at a bench and worked on the Prometheus Clue. While others worked on the Word Search Clue.

I filled in my Polybius Square and set to work on deciphering the Numeric Code, all the while keeping a sharp ear open on the group near by, for sounds of any words in the Words Search I had overlooked. ( Yes, this is what I meant by, "In Confusion, there is Opportunity!" … I was being both dastardly and sneaky. )

The Polybius Square released its secret in about six minutes, and I discovered that backtracking was going to be the flavor of the day for everyone. I was to go next in search of one of the oldest sections of Philadelphia and another location I had no idea existed. I was to find "The Courtyard Beneath The Stars."

As I glanced up from my decoding, I noted that the men and women in "Pink," were all trying to slip quietly out of the Park. Not an easy task to do, when your entire team is dressed up like a Neon sign. I knew they had solved the Word Search puzzle and were now heading back in search of the Courtyard Beneath the Stars. I slipped into my own stealthy mode and followed.

Just a stone's throw from the House of Prometheus was the Courtyard Beneath the Stars. But the Courtyard was not an easy find. First you had to travel down an alley, and partially obscuring the entrance were low overhung vines. It's a place that could be easily over looked. My own locating of the Courtyard came with a little help from a new and unexpected quarter; Team RudyKip.

During my search process, I stepped into an open doorway of a gift shop; only to find myself standing directly behind Team RudyKip. They were at that precise moment, quizzing the shop owner as to the location of any courtyards in the area. My serendipitous arrival was timed perfectly with the gentleman's reply.

Barely had the man finished speaking, then I slipped from the doorway again and was gone. All before Team RudyKip had a chance to turn around and see who had been standing behind them. Being stealthy, sometimes has both its own virtues and its rewards.

The Courtyard Beneath the Stars, draws its name from an ornamental feature of its walls. Iron Stars embedded into the stone work of the surrounding walls of the courtyard. The stars were used by builders in the past, to strengthen construction of the buildings. Our location clue stated that beneath two of these stars, a Gem was waiting for us to find. But Where??? The stars were everywhere and all the teams, except one, were converging on this spot.

Team HFMP were wandering about the yard a bit lost, Team RudyKip was checking out a wooden box with a Star carved in it and I, for once, discovered that my oldest nemesis, Green Ivy, could at last be a friend to me.

For behind a tree and hidden beneath the ivy, I found our clue scrolls. --- Taking two of the scrolls, I knew it was time to do a little Horse Trading with Team HFMP. They had something I wanted, I now had something they wanted.

What we traded was clues, I asked for the last two words of the Word Search and in return they received the scroll. Some may view this as cheating, but I view it as simply "Making Use Of All Available Resources…" This is something not totally unheard of in Ravenchase Hunt circles.

I suppose that Team HFMP considered it an excellent deal, since they may have thought I would be delayed by having to return to the Timeline in the park. But, I neglected to mention after the trade, was that the password asked for by the missing question, was already apart of my notes in my bag.

( Note to Would-be-Adventures: It also sometimes pays to write down random thoughts and information at clue locations. You never know when they will come in handy)

Opening my own clue scroll, I saw that we were all heading towards the "Future" location that Team ClubEdventures.com had mentioned they had stumbled across, more by accident, then design. The race was now beginning to look grim. It meant that Ed and his bevy of beauties, were definitely in the lead.

Before leaving the courtyard, I did perform one last service. I tapped Team RudyKip on the shoulder and pointed out the location of the hidden scrolls. --- ( I may be a bit dastardly and sneaky at times, but I am at least first and foremost, a great believer in a "Clean & Level" Playing Field. The balance in the Universe must be maintained. )


To the Future …And beyond!


The "Future" location was Statue not too far from where we all began this race. The Bronze statue immortalized one of the first Landlords to hold official title in Philadelphia. Parts of the original contract he made, were inscribed upon the base of the statue. This was what all the teams now sought, as it was a basis of a substitution code.

When I left the Courtyard Beneath the Stars, I made what I thought was a direct beeline for the Statue, only to arrive once again a half step behind Team HFMP. It was a classic case of, they took the Low Road and I took the High road, and they arrived in Scotland and the Statue before me. For a flock of Pink Flamingos, Team "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess" moves rather well together.

( Mental Note to Self: Next time, check the road map closer, for shortcuts..)

Team HFMP were already hard at work copying down the passage, when I arrived at the base of the Statue. The instructions for the code seemed straight forward enough, when I wrote down the passage and started my translation. Soon the word "Look" appeared beneath my pencil but after that single word, the rest disintegrated into gibberish.

Fearing I had made a mistake, I reworked the code and again after the first word appeared and the translation fell apart into nothing. Looking up from this problem, I saw that Team RudyKip was arriving on site and Team HFMP was slowly departing from the scene. Once again, proving that six heads are indeed better than one. Time had become a desperate commodity, and demanded of me desperate measures. It demanded a phone call to Kristine for clarification.

All day, up to now, I was quite proud of myself, in that I had not needed to use my Cell Phone. This is one of my personal Bench marks for the marking a Perfect Hunt. The Hunt that day, aside from the locked exhibit, was near perfect in all its aspects and worthy of standing next to hunts created by the more experienced hands of Lisa Duty, Chris Dove and Josh Czarda. So it did fill me with a deep regret having to resort to using my cell phone that day.

When Kristine answered, I explained my dilemma with the code and she explained my mistake. I had followed a "little too Literally" the instructions on how to use the passage. By removing a few extra recurring letters from the passage, the code broke freely. Within five minutes, barring a few mistakes on my part, I had the hiding place of the next clue scroll and my next destination.

Packing up my bag again, I gave a glance towards Team RudyKip and realized that they were having the same problem I had had with the code. Following the clue's instructions too literally.

I had already helped them at the courtyard before, pointing out the location of the clue scroll, but that was my way of balancing the universe, for the Faustian deal I had made with Team HFMP. I felt I was still in Team Rudykip's debt for snagging the location of the Courtyard literally from behind their unsuspecting backs.

So, as a final act of kindness and to restore the Universe, I took a moment and passed along the information that Kristine had given me over the phone. As Oscar Wilde, was once said, "When given the gift of Good Advice, The only thing to do is to pass it on "Immediately"… it is never of any use to oneself."

I left Team RudyKip happily decoding, while I went in search of a Greek Tragedy and Team "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess" I was now seven minutes behind them, because of this fiasco with the Future code.

<>The Fates Intervene in the Greek Theater

The final location lay directly ahead of me, still along the waterfront. The City of Philadelphia many years ago under went a beautification project down by Penns Landing.

Using the wide meridians between the major highways, the City created a series of parks and green areas for the people to enjoy. The Project soften the appearance of waterfront, and turned what could have been just concrete and asphalt, into a lush garden areas that were now enjoyable to visit.

Nestled among these areas of green, the City elected to build a series of tributes, testimonials and memorials to the courage of the Irish Emigrates, the Korean War, Christopher Columbus, Vietnam, along with the Public Art walk of Sculptures.

History and Culture were all about us that day, and at least one of this locations related directly to our final clue scroll. A location that the clue referred to only as the Greek Theater.

Using my Treasure map and my scroll together, I knew at once which of the monument areas I was to go to, and I picked up my walking pace. As I approached, I saw something that filled my heart with delight. A flock of Pink Flamingos were gathered off to my right searching one of the monuments.

What had filled my heart with utter delight about this scene was, not only had I caught up with Team "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess", but I had also regained my seven lost minutes. The Team HFMP was searching the wrong Monument. The correct one was still one block further ahead.

Apparently, no one within their group had compared their clue to the clue map in the way I had done. The Fates had intervene on my behalf, and I still had a good chance to at least place in this race. As happy as I was, I was not overlooking Ed and his bevy of Beauties of "Team ClubEdventures.com." I was certain their team had to be somewhere ahead of me.

Though I was first on the scene, Team "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess", having spotted me passing them, were now close upon my heels, if not inside my shoes and socks. We all descended upon the Greek Theater in unison.

According to the clue, amid flags unfurled, near a southern wall a number we sought lay beneath an engraved object.

Reaching into my Indiana Jones Bag, I whipped-out my Trusty-Rusty Compass and check the Mall's relationship to the North and South coordinates, while Team HFMP simply broke up an scoured every wall.

Locating the southern wall, I was a bit confused. Of Flags, there were plenty. Both above and below. But, there was no engraved object, as described by the clue scroll. I considered the idea that the southern wall had two standing sides to it. Following the footpath around to the other side. I again came face to face with "Nothing."

It is said, that many centuries ago, Buda, sat in silence before a blank wall. And when he arose, he had become enlightened to the ways of the Universe. Perhaps something of this same enlightenment came to me, for in that moment of pondering and staring at the empty wall, I became enlightened to the ways of Ravenchase.

The engraved object I sought may not be a physical object. The word could also be interpreted as something incredibly simple. A person's last name. A name engraved upon the wall.

Returning to the heart of the Greek Theater, I looked again with new eyes at the Southern wall and found the name . And there directly beneath it lay… nothing. --- Nothing at all. --- Only Mulch and plant life, which I search and dug among in hopes for a last single clue scroll. The fates had intervened again. This time against me.

As I pondered this new found dilemma, I glanced up and saw Team "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess", looking a bit knackered and tired, milling about on the eastern edge of the mall, with one of them apparently on the phone; presumably with Kristine discussing the problem. Returning my attentions to the wall, I continued to search the area in hopes of finding something I may have overlooked.

(Note to any would-be-adventurer and follower of Ravenchase: ) I will mention to you at this point, that there will come a time of desperation in every race. When instinct, primitive as it may be, will take over in place of Logic and Common Sense. --- It maybe to your advantage, or to your folly, to follow these gut instincts; but this was that moment for me.

I still do not fully understand why I did, but when I looked up again from my search, and saw the "HFMP" team moving off slowly together, every instinct in my body told me to abandon my Logical search and follow them.

What compelled me most was an old quote that sprang into my mind in that instance. One from the pen of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, in the time honored voice of Sherlock Holmes.

"When you have eliminated the impossible,
Whatever remains, however improbable,
Must be the truth."


The truth to my dilemma, seemed to lay in following Team HFMP.

Slipping into my stealth mode again, I followed discreetly and at a distance, keeping an eye on them, as they crossed the major highway and reentered the waterfront area.

As I walked along, I reexamined in my mind the final clue. I had found the final Location. I had found the engraved object and name. But, there was no number beneath it, as promised.

The Number was obviously and logically related to a phone number. Ravenchase had in the past used public phones and numbers to call into answering machines, for clues, instructions, or final location. But what was the number I needed to call???

Giving voice to these thoughts can sometimes inspire other thoughts. What this thought inspired, was a small inconsistency in the behavior of Kristine and Robert that day.

I had unconsciously noted at the beginning of the race. There was only one "call-in number" that day. I had the sudden thought to question, "WHY?"

On my previous Ravenchase Hunt with, Robert and Kristine Jenner. They had each made a point of giving out both their phone numbers, in case one of their phones were tied up with another team and you had to get through. But, Today, only one phone was in service, Kristine's phone. "Why? What was Roberts's phone being used for???" I had another sudden inspiration and theory.

Reaching the Dock, Team "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess" turned right and continued on, while I, instead of following, sat down on one of the park benches beneath the trees and began searching my "Indiana Jones" Bag.

There just may be a way to test out my theory. Somewhere in my bag I still had a small note pad, which I had use on my previous adventure. It may still have had Roberts's Cell phone written done on it.

Flipping through the pages, I found Kristine's number again; but Rob's phone number had been carelessly torn out, when I was typing up my notes of the last Hunt. My Theory being blown now; I dialed Kristine's number.

When Kristine answered, just at the first sounds of my voice, I could almost hear her teeth grinding in aggravation. "Two???" phone calls from me during the race, and both within the same half hour. How could this be? What happen to the "Infamous" Rassilon???.

Placating her, as best I could over the phone, I gave her the "Password," told her that I had the "Token" in hand, and then went on to described the final location and the exact spot in the Greek Theater, where the Number should have been hidden, but there was nothing there. This news did not fill Kristine's heart with joy.

Calling me in, she gave me the location of the restaurant, and said she would "Personally" investigate the situation. The last time I had heard such a voice was from my four grade teacher, and I can tell you, "there was no Joy in Mudville that Night!"

Despite this set back, I do have to shower endless compliments on both Robert and Kristine for finding the Restaurant. It was an inspired choice.

Our race that day had begun by the sign, "The Ships of the Delaware." The finish-line ended on a four masted Windjammer Sailing Ship and Restaurant called, the "Moshulu" (pronounced Mo-shoe'-loo) The Party was on her Afterdeck Bar called "BONGO" The Moshulu, was once made famous through the books of, Eric Newby.



As I approached the gangplank, I saw my fellow travelers on this adventure smiling down upon me and applauding my arrival. A Ravenchase tradition for all arriving teams. A tradition I whole heartedly approve of, as in the spirit of Ravenchase there are never any losers, "Ever," in this game. You are always a winner, just for finishing.

Team ClubEdventures.com. and his bevy of beauties had, as I suspected, been the first to arrive, the plethora of "Pink" hanging over the outer rails announced to me that Team "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess" were already aboard ship, and only minutes ahead of me, since they all were still in the process of ordering their first drinks.

As I had been gathering myself off the bench in the Park, I noticed one straggler from Team HFMP heading down the walkway. Spotting me as well, the fellow picked up his pace and scurrying ahead to the ship before me. I had surmised by his pace, he had broken off from the main pack, on a personal quest for the restrooms. And, of course last, but not least, there were our hosts, Rob and Kristine Jenner waving down at me.

We were all still waiting on the arrival of Team RudyKip, who, I felt certain, should only be just minutes behind me, though I had not seen them at the Greek Theater. At this point, Kristine left Rob in charge of our rowdy group, as she went off to confirm the problem I had mentioned with the final marker.

After officially crossing the finish line and ordering my traditional large glass of white wine. An another Ravenchase tradition ensued; WAR STORIES!!!

The drinks flowed freely, as did the laughter and the tales of misadventures, as each team, with hands over their hearts, confessed their utter and total Brilliance during the day, as well as their most embarrassing moments of blatant mind numbing stupidity during the hunt.

It was during one of these tales, that the phone rang and Team RudyKip called in saying that they too were lost at the last marker. If Rob Jenner had not vocally mentioned what the last marker looked like, the mystery of the last Marker might have never been solved.

As he was describing it to our missing Team, one of the members of Team "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess" suddenly lifted up her hand holding the missing Marker in it. The marker had been in their possession, ever since they found it.

In Team HFMP defence, their "Buggering" of the last marker was not done out of malice, or intent. There were a number of other markers in the Greek Theater that looked exactly alike. They had just falsely assumed, that they were like the clue scrolls, a Marker for each one of the teams. What they had not realized, was that only one of these Markers had the magic phone number taped on it.

Five Minutes later, both Kristine and Team Rudy Kip arrived aboard the "Moshulu" to a hero's welcome and all past ills of the hunt were forgotten, or left to drown at the bottom of a drinking Glass. The Party and the story telling was all that mattered now.

About twenty minutes later, after the much head scratching on the part of Robert and Kristine Jenner, the awards ceremony began.

First Place and the "Golden Well & Quill" Award, justifiably went to Team ClubEdventures.com. and his bevy of tattooed beauties, Abny, Alana and Jordan.

Second Place the "Silver Leaf" Award went to Team RudyKip. Though last to arrive, their Team had "Zero" Penalties and "Zero" Phone calls for the day. The adjustment for the missing Marker placed them ahead.

Third Place the "Keys to the City" Award. A large set of Iron Keys on a key ring, went to Team Rassilon. With the one phone call penalty and the adjustment for the marker, I actually had tied with, Team "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess" but the deciding factor came down again to one single point. --- Before the beginning of the race, I was the one that had solved The near impossible Starter Clue first and was awarded the Ten extra minutes for doing so. These ten minutes broke the tie.

WHAT THE…???



Now, I can imagine that at this moment, there is a lot of mass confusion out there. But what kind of storyteller would I be, if I did not save the "coup de grâce" until the last. Or hold back a detail, or two, for the sake of better story telling.

Backing up to the beginning of all these events. You will recall I had just cried "Uncle" to Rob and Kristine via my e-mail that morning. After which, in disgust, I climbed in the shower in an attempt to make myself look semi-human before going off to work. That is when it happen.

It is said, that the famous British Mystery writer, Agatha Christie, always claimed that her most delicious murders, or solutions to her most difficult story problems, always came to her while she was washing the dishes. For me, it is the shower.

Something about the white noise of the water running in the shower, cleared my thoughts and the solution became obvious. I knew that two of the lines in the puzzle had far too many Consonants in it, and not enough Vowels, to be an Anagram. This meant it could only be that a Vigenere cipher was hidden in the very heart of the puzzle.

I had, what I felt, were the key words necessary to decipher it, but the puzzle was not decoding no matter what variation, or arrangement of the words I was using. It was while I was in the shower, it finally came to me. There were not "Two" lines of code to translate but "four" lines of code. I had been working with only half the puzzle up to now.

Still dripping from my shower, I stood there in my towel like Archimedes, typing in the other lines of the code into the online Vigenere Solver. I typed in the key word, crossed my fingers and pressed enter. Eureka! The solution appeared before me.

I immediately Emailed Rob and Kristine plus "Joshua Czarda" in Hawaii with the correct answer, only ten minutes after I had cried "Uncle" I had won. I had beaten the Black Curse Cipher of the Great Kahuna.

There were two more awards given out that afternoon, but not to the teams. These awards occurred earlier in the day. The awards were personal gifts from me to, Kristine and Robert Jenner as a token of friendship and thanks for all they do to entertain petulant overgrown children like myself.

I had originally planned to present these gifts to them at the party, but as we has so much time on our hands before the other teams arrive. I gave them to them at the beginning of the day.

(This was also a subtle, but decisive move on my part to lighten my Indiana Jones Bag,, so I would not have to carry the extra weight during the race. )

To Robert, I presented a "Gold" plated set of "The Shell and Pea Game" I found at a Magic shop. It was a remembrance of his very first Philadelphia Race, where in my review, I had compared Rob and his wife's style of game play to the ancient Shell Game.

For Kristine, to help fulfill her desires to become ever more "Evil" in the Ravenchase Game. I presented to her with, at the on-line suggestion of Josh Czarda, a small "gold" embossed leather bound copy of Edgar Allen Poe's famous story of cryptography, "The Gold Bug," A wonderful printing from the 1920's, which I had discovered in an antique shop. Both Kristine and Rob were touched and a bit tickled by my gifts.

The other present I brought along to the party for the teams, that became very popular, was the full explanation chart showing of how the Starter clue worked. I have made several copies of the printout and all of these instantly vanished among the various teams, who were interesting in seeing what they had overlooked in their own solutions.

On a whole it was a near perfect race that day. A Great Race, New Friends, A Terrific Party afterwards on board a sailing ship. You could not ask for better.

With the setting of the sun over the "Moshulu's" outer rail, the party reluctantly began to break up around seven o'clock. Packing up my bag, and my prize, which I laughingly refer to as "The Keys to the Loo", since that was what I was looking for when my award announcement came. I made my own farewells and caught the 7:40 train home.

Arriving home, I did not wait for any requests from Ravenchase this time. I turned on my computer and sent in my early report card in to Josh Czarda, and Lisa Duty, before either of them had a chance to ask.. My report was simple, as it was clear. "A+ … The Jenners did you and Ravenchase proud that day!"


Until the next Hunt....

I remind, cryptically, whimsically, if not a bit strangely yours,





And to the winners, goes the soils ……

First place winners Team ClubEdventures.com. Ed and his bevy of tattooed beauties, Abny, Alana and Jordan, all aboard the "Moshulu"


Sunday, December 21, 2008

Ravenchase Christmas in New Hope




The Enchanted Christmas Village Hunt
In
New Hope, Pa.

In Review by
The "Infamous" Rassilon



Langdon read the message again and looked up at Fache.
"What the hell does this mean?"
Fache's eye shone white. "That, monsieur, is precisely
the question you are here to answer..."

Langdon couldn't tear his eyes from the glowing purple
text scrawled across the parquet floor. Jacques Sauniere's
final communication seemed as unlikely a departing message
as any Langdon could imagine.
The message read:
13-3-2-21-1-1-8-5
O, Draconian devil!
Oh, lame saint!


From: The Da Vinci Code
By Dan Brown




This passage seemed a particular good place to stop, as I marked my place in the novel with a torn slip of newspaper. Looking out the window of the train, my hour and a half journey had ended, as I had arrived in the village of Doylestown, Pa.

According to the map, I was still 11.3 miles away from my final destination of New Hope, Pa. But, regrettably this was the closest any of the local trains would carry me. My last excursion would have to be by taxi to reach the village of New Hope. There, I was to meet a "Draconian Devil" of my own that day, or rather, more precisely, a pair of devils, "New Jersey Devils," who have been know to take on the mortal forms of Robert and Kristine Jenner, the area Hunt Masters for Ravenchase North-East.

Comparably to the fictional, Robert Langdon, of the novel, that day I was going to spend the afternoon in my own real life version of the Da Vinci Code. Racing perhaps not around the city of Paris, or Musee du Louvre, but certainly in the boundaries of the town and noted artist haven, of New Hope, Pa. putting my brain and code breaking skills to the test.

Ravenchase Adventures was also there to see, if by their own Lode Stone, my metal might prove to be Gold, Silver, Bronze, or yet some other baser metal. The true test was to be a hunt for clues in a race entitled, "The Enchanted Christmas Village Hunt."

I had been haunted all week by reports of the uncertainty of the weather. There were forecasts of rain; troubled further by personal visions that this hunt was going to be limited to a three horse race.

I had myself, once again, signed up as a single contestant; having still not found anyone locally, who shares my strange passion for these challenging Games of the Mind.

I knew only for certain that only Team "Dude, Run" comprising of a wonderful husband and wife team Rich and Michelle, along with their code cracking Wonder Daughter, Courtney, were due to arrive that day. There was also the vague rumor that a few members of my old nemesis Team "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess" had signed up as well.

Their team, once again planned to show up in their Pink Flamingo T-shirts. Though in this weather, I had little doubts their trademark shirts would be worn beneath their heavy coats, making them harder to identify along the trail. (or, had this all been apart of their Evil plan all along, I wondered quietly???)

As I arrived in New Hope, the weather that day appeared to be the least of my concerns. After a week of rain, the sky was beautiful; partly sunny, high about forty-three degrees, without the slightest suggestion of rain in the forecast, until the late evening hours. New Hope looked beautiful in the daylight and the streets were alive and bustling with townspeople and tourists alike.

Letting my Taxi go near the center of town, I set my first course towards New Hope's Visitors Center, at the corner of Main and Mechanic Streets, in search of a local maps and brochures of the area.

Having never been to New Hope before, I sought any advantage upon my future competition in the hunt. And maps, as any Adventurer will tell you, are always critical.

At this point in my journey, I allowed my mind and my thoughts to slip into what I refer to as "Catalog Mode" looking at my surroundings, not with the eyes of a clue seeker, but with the imagined eyes of my main adversaries, "The Ravenchase Hunt Masters." I was looking for things that they themselves might easily see as possible places within the town to use in connection with their ciphers, or as hiding places for their clues.

As I stroll up to the Visitor's Center, I took note of its ornate Victorian clock, the historical plaques attached to the side of the building, mentioning that the building had once been the original town hall.

Clues could be everywhere, you see. Even the bricks beneath my feet, inscribed with the names of local contributors to the rebuilding fund, could easily be used as clues. Remembering all too well, that during the Treasure Hunter's Lexington, Virginia hunt, bricks such as these were used by Ravenchase to devise a devilishly clever code.

Pushing these thoughts aside, I open the door of the Visitor's Center and was almost immediately greeted by a very good-humored woman named, Stephanie. Stephanie's eyes caught hold of my famous Indiana Jones Bag, with its Ravenchase markings, and asked if I was apart of the hunt, or one of the hunters?

"Hunter," I replied, thinking to myself, that either Ravenchase had laid the ground work in the town very well, or that it was really true in what they say... "There are never any secrets in a small town… At least not for long..."

Pleasantly, I asked Stephanie for her aid in selecting a few local maps. Ones I had read about during my internet studies of the town. A few minutes later, I left with three new maps tucked in my bag, intent only on continuing my tour of the town.

As I reentered the courtyard of the Visitors Center, I noticed a sort of iron trellis standing behind an ornate tiled bench. Something about its simple symmetry pleased my eye and reminded me that in my bag, I had brought along my new digital camera to take pictures of the event today.

The trellis seemed a perfect opportunity to test the new camera's capabilities before the beginning of the race. Knowing full well once the race begins, most people forget they even possess a camera, much less take the time, or trouble, to snap pictures between clues and code solving.

Backing up about ten feet, I framed and took my first shot. Seeing that there was a brass plate describing its history attached to the Trellis, I approached it and set up for a close-up of the plaque. And that's when it happen... the universe around me changed.

The very air around me filled with the dulcid tones of an angel. A woman's voice. Speaking softly to me and to me alone. The voice gently cooed out two simple words, but two words were enough. "Hello, Rassilon, " the voice said.

Everything I was thinking and everything I was doing was forgotten. I looked up and saw a vision in feminine form standing alone upon the top step, about to enter the Visitor's Center. A flaxen-haired beauty, wearing a soft knitted woolen cap and a light blue down jacket; the color of which, only seemed to set off the already iridescent color of her own blue eyes.

These were eyes that any man could readily find himself getting lost in. Her lips, bemused, softly parted, possessed a smile that spoke volumes by themselves, and yet still seemingly guarded a far greater secret behind them. It was a gentle warm smile; one that only Da Vinci him self could have painted in that moment.

Though her hands remained in her pockets, guarded against the cold, the arch of her back and the slight natural twisting of her hips, as she stood there waiting; gave her body an impish, coquettish look, as she examined me patiently, almost playfully across her right shoulder.

Her glance was both inviting and enigmatic in it nature. As though her eyes and her smile both challenged me to remember just where, and when, we had last met. If indeed we had ever met before at all.

Did she truly know me??? Or, had I been identified yet again by my satchel alone? It was a madding dilemma in its nature for me. With the right words, I might be elevated in her estimation. But, with the wrong words, I could fall. I stood on the edge of a precipice with this beautiful woman. She was enchanting, and I was the enchanted.

Women have often spoken freely of the power that Men have over their hearts, but as any "Honest" man will confess, our strength of Will, Masculine charm and Viral weapons are but Straw, against the simple power of a woman's eyes, and the enigmatic charm of her smile.

Something about them defeats us utterly. And in this moment, despite being a man of professed intelligence, words and letters, capable of quoting Shakespeare and great poets alike, my mind emptied itself and I felt like a bumbling fool before this woman.

There were a thousand words I wanted to say to this vision of beauty. And since that moment, a hundred thousand more have sprung to life. But, in that single splintered fragment of time, I lost all reason. The best I could untangled from my tongue was to simply say, "Hello, to you as well."

The woman smiled, and almost laughed at me, as she turned and opened the door of the Visitor's Center. And then she was gone.

Thirty seconds later, my brain-stems miraculously, reattached themselves to my spinal column and I was able to think clearly again. I pondered briefly the idea of dropping everything and following the women into the Visitor's Center and asking her to Marry me. But, upon reflection, I thought that even in today's society, this might appear exceedingly forward of me.

Instead, I simply sighed heavily from my heart and walked on. Carrying with me the haunting beauty of her eyes, and the future hope that fate would again offer another chance encounter. If only long enough for me to learn her name.

Checking my watch, I have roughly under an hour before the hunt was to begin. I still had plenty of time to wander about at will.


The Race Begins
(Or, a sweet beginning...)




An hour later with my book again in hand, I was seated on a park bench at the end of Ferry Street, admiring both the river view and the flight of large ravens soaring over my head. I took their presence as a good omen for the race. This exact starter location was disclosed two days earlier in a clue, hidden beneath the lyrics of the Yule time song, "The Twelve Days of Christmas."

I was still uncertain how many people were set to attend, as I was apparently the first to arrive at the starting point. In my travels about the town, I had run into only the "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess Team," near the Eiffel Tower.

Yes, surprisingly enough, New Hope may not be a suburb of Paris, the City of Lights, but it does possess its own Eiffel Tower. Albeit only in miniature. It stands outside of the Cest La Vie Cafe, just off of Main Street. After my earlier thoughts about the differences between the Dan Brown Novel and this race, I was fast discovering amusing similarities to the book like this copy of the Eiffel Tower. But the similarities would not end just here.

I had found the HFMP Team gathered just outside the French cafe, on their way to stock up on hot chocolate and coffee before the race. Among them was my fair haired enchantress in blue from the Visitors Center. One major mystery of my day was at least partially solved, though I still had not discovered her name.

Tucking my novel back into my bag, as the appointed hour drew near. One by one, the contestants began appeared on the scene. They would keep coming, until, by a later head count, a total of fifty-six people showed up. Including reporters from the local New Hope Gazette, to cover the event. The fifty-six would eventually break down into nineteen separate teams. I was impressed by the gathering on such a crisp cold day.

Up until now, the Philadelphia branch of Ravenchase has had a very poor showing for these events. Disappointing for the fifth-largest city in the United States. I suppose in future, I should be careful for what I wish for. I now had more than enough teams on my hands to try and beat that day.

Robert and Kristine Jenner arrived at our staging arena wearing a Santa Claus Hat and carrying the famous Ravenchase Treasure Chest, containing all our clues for that day. The signing of wavers, as you might expect, took longer than usual. During this process I was introduced, by Kristine Jenner, to a charming blonde haired woman and asked a special favor. As a noted veteran of the game, I was asked if I would be kind enough to take on a partner for today's hunt.

Her name was, Marilyn Bullock, an enterprising woman who owns and operates Bullock Marketing & Design, in New Hope. Apparently, the two friends that were to run the race with her had mysteriously vanished on her, leaving her high and dry and in want of a partner.

My mind harkened back to the novel I had been reading, and yet another parallel appeared. Like the hero of the novel, Robert Langdon, I was to be gifted with a mysterious ally. Marilyn was to be my own, Princess Sophie, for the day. An invaluable woman, as I was to discover, during the course of the day.

In her nervousness, Marilyn confessed to me that even though she was a Web Designer by trade and knew HTML code both backwards and forwards, she had never cracked a cipher in her life. The daily crossword puzzle was about the height of her abilities. She was there that day to check out the race and Ravenchase Adventures, for a possible fund raiser next spring for New Hope.

Marilyn had read about the success of the fund raising event Ravenchase created for "Quest for the Ring Hunt" with the Indianapolis Colts. It was her hope that the same sort of fund raiser could be, just the ticket, to inspire interest and a large turn out in New Hope. I promised her that Ravenchase Adventures could provide the ride of her life.

After a brief explanation of the rules by Robert Jenner, his wife, Kristine, opened the Ravenchase Treasure Chest and handed out our first puzzle of the day. The Puzzle came in the form of two candy canes and a long strip of paper with symbols on it. None of us would be given our official clue scrolls, until we had solved the puzzle and whispered the secret "Password" into her ear.

Marilyn's face dropped, as she looked at the puzzle, but I chuckled and winked assuringly at her. Even though I had never encountered one before, I recognized what the puzzle was.

It was a Scytale ( skee-ta-lee) I explained to her, that this was perhaps one of the oldest form of passing codes on the face of the planet. Dating back to the 7th century B.C., history records that the Greeks, Romans, and even the Spartans, used this method to pass along their important secrets.

Marilyn watched, as I carefully wound the strip of paper with it strange marking around one the candy canes. Almost magically the strange markings began to align. Marilyn's eyes brighten as the words "The password is Edgar Allen Poe" appeared before her. We were the first to solve the puzzle and the first to receive our clue scrolls for the day. I knew the ravens soaring over our heads would be a good omen.

Grabbing our clue scrolls, which Kristine Jenner had wrapped up like a Christmas Cracker, we headed off for a more secluded spot to carefully unwrapped them and see what we had been presented with. I saved everything including the Christmas wrapping in case another yet clue was hidden in the tissue itself.

The Clue #1 was a bit of a stumper. Images of Snowflakes and several lines of code. Instinctually, I felt I should know this code; but something about it was out of kilter. That something banged away at the back of my mind, but the thought prove elusive. My partner, Marilyn, saw the worry in my face, and so I turned to the second clue. Within the first two lines of the poem, we both know were we were to go. Marilyn, and I had to catch a train, Fast!

I mention in the beginning of this report that New Hope had no train service. This is both true and false. While there was no local train service to New Hope; the town of New Hope does actually possess a train. A rather famous one in fact. In the winter time The New Hope & Ivyland Railroad runs the "North Pole Express."

Running on a closed circuit of track, the train leaves the station house three times daily, taking passengers on a forty-five minute excursion around the surrounding country side. Our clue had only four blank squares to fill in and it was apparent from the clue what we require were numbers from one particular section of this train. Anyone, that ever owned a Lionel Train set as a child, knows that every section of a train has its own individual number.

Marilyn's value to me now came to light. She was far better than any of the three maps I had stowed away in my bag. Marilyn, being a resident of the town, was both my living map and my native guide rolled into one. We hurried off in search of the train station, keeping a sharp eye out for other teams, which seemed now to be everywhere and on every street corner.

As we reached the train station, my cell phone rang and a text message came in from Ravenchase. It announced, that the Express would be departing the station at 1:00 , 2:00 and 3:00 Pm. Checking my watch it was 1:15 Pm. We had missed the train and the station train tracks stood empty before us. It could be over half an hour before the train's return.

Not wishing to be defeated so easily, Marilyn and I looked around and decided to enter the Station House's gift shop. All in hopes of finding photographs of the train on display, where we might be able to steal numbers we needed to complete this task.

Don't ask me how, but there were three other teams inside the building. already hard at work. All of them were standing with sharpen pencils posed, mesmerized by images on a small television set in the back of the store. The video playing was a commemorative tape of the famous train. Marilyn wanted to join them, but I had a better idea.

Standing off in another corner were two of the Train's Station Masters. Who better to know all the secrets of the Santa Express, I thought. And after a quiet whispered word to both these men, Marilyn eyes lit up with admiration, as we quietly slipped from the building with the very numbers we needed. All as the other teams were still posed around the television set, unaware of our progress .




While I pondered Weak and Weary...


I would like to say that I was totally brilliant like this all that day, but I did have my moments of blundering stupidity as well. The next clue, Clue Number #3 - Part One, was an example of one of these less than brilliant moments.

After leaving the Train Station, Marilyn and I open our clue map and compared it to clue number three. The clue spoke of a golden Magician, Salvador Dali, Pallas (the Greek goddess of wisdom) and dogs with unfurled wings. Art, seemed the only golden thread that bound all these words together. Robert Jenner's map was profusely illustrated with art work of his own, and one of the images bore the title, Gallery Piquel.

Here I shall mention to all "would-be-adventures" everywhere, that while holding a map correctly, can elevate you in this game; holding the map the wrong way, can also send you down the proverbial garden path in wrong direction.

At that particular moment in history, the way I was holding the map, later proved to be "sideways." This simple mistake, made me think the Gallery we were searching for, was located just behind the Train Station, not below it.

It was an understandable mistake to make, considering that what was behind the Train station was the renowned, Mitchner Art Museum. I had assumed that the Piquel Gallery was either a wing, or an exhibit, within the museum itself.

I will not dwell for long on the events that transpired at the Art Museum, other than to say that the Guards and the Hostess of the Mitchner Museum, were not only "very" amused by our probing questions, but also very "intrigue" by the whole concept of the hunt.

They especially "delighted" in my recitation of the poem, as I read it aloud to them for their entertainment and enlightenment, but not one of them had heard of, The Gallery Piquel. It was Marilyn, my own Princess Sophie, who came to my rescue and set us back on the right track.

The wonderful thing about living in a small town is, everyone knows everyone, or at least someone that "does" know everyone. One phone call from Marilyn to a friend, and we were on the right path again. The Gallery Piquel, was a relatively new addition to New Hope located down on North Main Street. We were off, and on the scent of our quarry again.

Sadly, the minutes we has won at railroad station, were now lost due to my side trip to the Mitchner. When we arrived at the Gallery Piquel, the place was packed with other teams all trying to fathom the mystery that lay inside.

Another parallel to The Da Vinci Code again presented itself at this location. It was not the Musee du Louvre, nor the la Grande Galerie. Nor were there any dead curators, lain out on the parquet floor, in mock representation of the Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man. But, like the book, there was a clue and greater mystery hidden among the art work on display.

The first puzzle presented itself, just by our walking through the door. The Curator, a very attractive and very much living woman named, Tamara Cannon, greeted us as we entered the door. Looking up brightly from her carved wood desk, Tamara stared at me and said, "Oh, you must be Rassilon!"

Now to be expected as a guest is one thing, but to be named as you walk through a door you've never walked through is another. Even Marilyn shot me a quizzical look that seemed to whisper, "What's up with this??? How could she possibly know who you were?"

Being famous, or even "Infamous," does have its small burden of notoriety. But, even I was reasonably certain that when I left home that morning, I did not have my name emblazoned across my forehead.

Tamara, thankfully, confessed to me later that this was a little joke on the part of Kristine Jenner. Kristine had called her earlier and alerted her what to look for; namely my black satchel with the Ravenchase Logo on it.

Tamara explained to us that she had been doubly sworn to secrecy, and we must follow the clues for ourselves, bringing her the exact passwords. Only then could she help us further in our quest. This being said, this left Marilyn and I to explore the gallery, keeping one eye on the clue page and another on the teams already there. The poem was a verbal road map of the Gallery.

Marilyn and I wandered among the fantastical bronzed sculptured works of Benjamin Levy, the pastoral paintings of Lisa Joyce-Hill, the flights of fancy by Ann Krasner. Past bronze Magicians, winged dogs, and a Yule time tree; all leading us to a smaller side room and the whimsical works of, Kathleen Stoltzfus. It was somewhere among her works, that the key to our mystery lay.

Other teams were already there, and it was not hard to see the object of their attention. On a fireplace mantel piece stood a small wooden house made of mixed media, acrylic paint, wire, paper and other found objects. Perched atop of it was a very familiar icon; a Raven.

Kathleen Stoltzfus artwork is marked by her use of birds, but this piece had a extra touch of whimsy about it. In minute swirling hand writing, Stoltzfus had transcribed nearly the entire poem of "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe.

Suddenly parts of the puzzle were coming together. The Hunt's beginning password and the word, Pallas, hidden within the clue's poem. Both were hints to this clue. Poe, was the author, and Pallas was the statue that The Raven perched itself upon in the poem. The benefits of my classical education were paying off.

Somewhere on this piece of artwork were the passwords we needed. Then according to the clue, we were to repeat them thrice to, Tamara Cannon, in order get our next clue. The only problem remaining, lay in getting close enough to the art piece to read it. At least a dozen people stood between us and the statue on the mantle.

Seven frustrating minutes later, we slowly edged ourselves upwards, until I was in arms length of the piece, but still I was unable to read the lettering on the statue. Kathleen Stoltzfus's handwriting was far too delicate. One team was laboriously copying out the entire poem. I, amusingly, had visions of Tamara sitting behind her desk, listening to endless recitals of the poem all day long. The solution had to be far simpler than that.

A small hole opened, and Marilyn and I moved forward, but suddenly out of no where she was there again; The Enchantress. My Femme Fatal from the Visitor's Center. Her hair golden, shimmered before me, scented with the floral fragrance of the shampoo she had used that morning. Unaware I even stood behind her, she examined the piece on the mantle, tilting her head provocatively, and effectively blocking my view.

I sought to move to her left and slip past her, but her hips swayed with my movements and unconsciously covered my advance. I shifted to the right and again, instinctively, her form shifted with my own. Her movements in perfect sync with my own body, as we waltzed gently back and forth together.

I was torn in my thoughts at that moment. On one hand I dreamt only of taking this enchantress into my arms, and guiding her onto a dance floor somewhere; where with such perfect rhythm to my own, I envisioned dancing closely with her in my arms to some golden oldie. Swaying gently until the last straining note of music ended with a kiss, and the future promise of romance in the darkening hours of the night.

And in direct opposition to these romantic stirrings of my heart, I thought simply of sweeping her form up in my arms now, carrying her swiftly away to some secluded spot with in the gallery, and rudely depositing her on some vacant spot of floor, so that I might, at last, finally get a chance to examine the small statue in detail.

I quickly nixed this second inspiration, as I sincerely doubted that this less than Gallant action would ever win the heart of my fair Enchantress. Much less inspire her to impart her real name, phone number, or even an e-mail to me. But fortunately for both of us, a third idea did occur to me.

Reaching to my Indiana Jones bag, I produced my small flashlight and began illuminating small sections of the statue. About a minute later, Marilyn grabbed my arm and pointed out something to me. There on the front of the piece, on the lower corner was a small piece of paper the artist had decoupage on to the statue. It was torn from dictionary and contained exactly three variations of a word. Marilyn and I looked at each other and fled.

At the front, Tamara Cannon, was waiting for us. I looked at her with a smile and said, "Quote the Raven..." giving her the three words from the dictionary. Tamara laughed and said, "Yes! We have a Winner!" Reaching into a cabinet next to her desk, she removed a scroll tied with a ribbon and ceremoniously presented it to us on a bronze serving tray. A serving tray shaped like a, Flying Monkey.

I was openly amused by the tray when I saw it, because it immediately reminded me of Kristine and Robert Jenner. In my past posts I have lampooned, Kristine for her personal quest to become more "Evil" in these games; jokingly reporting that she had already personally memorized the entire musical score to "Wicked" and here at last were the Flying Monkeys to proved her personal success in her quest for evil

Taking the scroll from the tray, we thanked Tamara for all her kindness and exited the building. Outside, we open the scroll we had been given, only to discover it was not a clue, but rather a biography page about the artist who created The Raven sculpture, Kathleen Stoltzfus. Marilyn once again looked worried and grim, but I assured her I knew what this was and turn over clue #3 to show her the back half of the page. Covering the page were groups of numbers that at best looked like representations of dates.

This is an Ottendorf Cipher, I explained, dating back to American revolution, George Washington and a German Mercenary named, Major Nicholas Dietrich, Baron de Ottendorf, who invented this code. The weight of all this information did nothing to enlighten, Marilyn, or ease her concerns. She was still lost.

I asked Marilyn if she had ever seen the movie, National Treasure, with Nicolas Cage. She said, "of course" This was the same code that they found hidden in invisible ink on the back of the Declaration of Independence. But, instead of us having to find the "Silence Dogood" letters to translate it, we had the biography scroll from the gallery.


The Cipher uses three-positional digits tell the location of individual letters contained within a key document; a book, a newspaper, or in Ravenchase's case the biography page from the gallery --- The Numbers 10-11-8 would refer to the 10th Line, 11th word in that line and lastly the 8th letter in that word, which would be the letter "T."

Marilyn excused herself at this point to run across to a restaurant to use their facilities, while I remained behind on a comfortable porch step to begin my translation of the Ottendorf cipher. When she returned about five minutes later, feeling far more content with the world, I was about half way done.

T - h - e - V - i - s - i - o -

10-11-8 10-4-7 9-2-2 14-8-2 18-7-4 13-10-4 1-5-1 5-8-1

- n - t - o - s - e - e - ....

5-3-5 5-21-6 2-18-4 10-14-4 11-8-2 11-6-6



Sorry, my bad... I couldn't resist... My gentlemen's agreement with Ravenchase Adventures is such that I may never reveal too much of their in-house secrets. Starter locations, unrelated to the hunt, I can discuss. The art of code solving, is viewed as public knowledge, but some of the actual hunts locations are forbidden, as they may be reused at a later date.

What the Ottendorf cipher revealed to us, must remain a secret, but it took Marilyn and I to a secret location and the discovery of a hidden Ravenchase Treasure Chest. A locked chest with two combination locks securing its secrets inside. This was where all the other clues would eventually culminate.

As I stood watch, pretending to be lost and consulting my map, Marilyn below me tried the first number we had discovered along the path. One of the locks snapped open. Marilyn was as giddy as a school girl and her smile and excitement returned to her eyes. We appeared to be first on the scene and we had half the solution to the locked box problem. Now we only had to discover the second number. Relocking the box, and returning it to its hiding place, Marilyn and I speed off in search of clue number #4. The Parlor Clue.

Among the many historical buildings of New Hope, we were intended to visit that day. One had a parlor and possessed a very fine piano. It was our task to uncover some mystery regarding that piano.

A simple task. Find a word. Fill in the numbered blanks at the bottom of the page, then move on to the next clue. But the poetic words of the clue, also spoke of a kitchen hearth as well, and this is where the confusion grew.

To would-be-adventures everywhere, I would caution you to be on your guard. On guard for the simple clues, as well as the mind numbing complicated ones. Treat each type with equal respect. Our clue was so simple and so easy, I think Marilyn and I both could not force ourselves to believe that anything could be this simple.

As a result, we wandered around the building far longer than we needed to, or intended to. It may sound ridiculous, but together we wasted an extra six minutes after we had the solution firmly in our possession. We had become victims of one of Robert Jenner's renowned shell game clues. We found the pea under the first shell, but did not leave until we had looked under all the wrong shells as well.

Time Clocks, Silly Walks and Locked Locks, Wait for No one!


Clue Number #5 involved time, both historical and actual. The clue's poetry spoke of the history of the town and of father time bedecked with ribbon and bow. I didn't have to look far, or to my Ravenchase map for this clue. The catalog within my mind snapped open and I knew exactly where we had to go in the town. We were after one of the very first objects that I took note of, when I arrived New Hope; the Victorian clock outside of the Visitors Center.

Marilyn and I made the journey in less than five minutes from our last location and set to work examining the clock in great detail. The code we were presented with in this clue was a Rotational Cipher. A code based on the shifting of a clear text message by a set group of numbers either forward, or backwards. For example, the word CLOCK with the code Key of : 123, becomes "DNRDM" The "C" is shifted one over, "L" Shifted two, "O" shifted three, and so on, repeating until the message was fully encoded. To decode you need only reverse the process. But, it is necessary to have the correct Key number in order to decipher the message. With the possibility of an infinite number of numbers to choose from; the correct number, was Key!

At the base of the clock, Marilyn and I discovered a small plaque possessing with not one date, but four separate dates. Any one of them, or even all of them could be our key number. There were four lines of code and four dates. There was nothing for it, but to write them all down and brain out this puzzle.

Just as Marilyn were deciding on which park bench to settle in on and occupy, my phone rang again and for a worrisome moment, I thought it was a message from Ravenchase saying we had lost horribly and to please come in. But, instead it was a message from Kristine saying, "The Historical Museum is closed, so here is the answer..." the answer was four small numbers.

Both Marilyn and I both knew what the importance of these numbers were. They could only be the last set of numbers needed to open the Locked Chest we had found earlier. Later, I was to find out at the restaurant, that some "nameless" person had had left a little joke of his own at the museum and a number of the teams came away with the wrong number.

Abandoning our present project, Marilyn and I decided to throw caution to the wind and to return to the Locked Chest to discover what was inside. We had all four numbers from the Victorian Clock already. So, we felt we could decipher this clue at the Chest location, just as well as any park bench found here at the Visitor's Center. We were off in a flash.

Hurrying down Main street, past the Bucks Country Play House, we past another team at a good clip crossing the bridge, heading in the same direction as we were. Thus far, I had not yet seen any of the more recognizable teams like, Team Dude Run, or the Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess. I only recognized this team, by the clue sheets clutched in their hands. Half way across the bridge, the couple passed us. When the sidewalk widen, Marilyn and I looked at each other and picked up the pace and passed the couple again. Thirty seconds later two blurs passed us again. This back and forth passing went on for the next three blocks, until I was afraid Monty Python's Ministry of Silly Walks, was going to arrest us both, for "silly walking" with-out a license.

Seeing an opening in the traffic pattern, I grabbed Marilyn's arm and we sped off sideways, crossing the street to be on the right side of the road for the Locked Chest. I hoped that the other team might find themselves trapped on the other side by the traffic, giving us a minute, or two, edge on them reaching the Lock Chest first.

Glancing back, both Marilyn and I couldn't resist a smile, when we realized that the other couple was not following us after all. Or even heading for where we were. At the last moment, they both turned into the Gallery Piquel. We had been racing against two people that hadn't the slightest idea where the hidden chest was yet. Speaking for myself, I felt deliciously sneaky at that moment.

Arriving at the secret chest location, the area was empty and devoid of any other teams. I took up my position, as guard and watchman, as Marilyn once again went to the location below and tried both sets of numbers.

If there was a single photograph I wish I had taken that day, it would have been the look on Marilyn's face, as the second lock snapped open. It was wonderful. It was that priceless mixture of a child's face on Christmas morning, and what I always imagined Mel Fisher's face must have looked like, the moment he discovered the final resting place of the Atocha. In that one moment, I truly think Marilyn "Got" what Ravenchase Adventures was all about. That wonderful moment of discovery and triumph. And then it was gone, as she opened the chest.

Inside the chest lay, not gold, silver, or even a cheap trophy cup, but our final mystery to be solve. Like the heroes of Dan Brown's novel, we had broken into the Depository of the Bank of Zurich, entered in our own version of the Fibonacci sequence and were now presented with a Cryptex of our own. Inside the box, lay a set of scrolls and a number of plastic Christmas tree ornaments.

The look now on Marilyn's face reminded me only of the famous line of Riley Poole from the film National Treasure, "Why can't they just say,--- Go to this place. Here's the treasure. Spend it wisely?"

I have to admit even I was a bit confused by what lay in the chest. It was a puzzling assortment of items. Taking one of each item, we relocked the chest, placed it back were we found it and vacated the premises, before further teams arrived.

Over, Under and Out!�
with a bit of Horse Trading


Halfway up the lane, was a barn and a place to sit out of the wind, while I carefully examined the scroll and the Christmas ornament. Clouds had moved in, the wind had picked up and the temperature was now dropping like a stone, as the sunlight dwindled with each passing hour.

Reaching into my Indiana Jones bag again, I pulled out several pencils and a Cipher Wheel of my own devising. These I presented to Marilyn, along with clue #5, asking her to work on the Rotational Code we had found at the Victorian clock. I had a feeling that we were going to need it to solve this last section.

As I unrolled and flatten the scroll, I half expected to find it was going to be writing in Da Vinci's backwards handwriting code, and that we were suppose to use the mirrored Christmas ornament to read it. But, that would have been far too easy.

The page was covered with 5 x 7 columns of different colored letters, mixed in with numbers. Each column was also marked by it having narrow slits carefully cut through the pages. Upon a first, second, and even a third glance, none of this made any apparent sense at all. That's when a thought about the slits came to me.

Pulling out my pocket knife, I slipped its point into the seam of the plastic Christmas ornament and cracked it open. Inside the ornament were five tightly rolled slips of paper.

Here, I have to give admiration to both, Kristine and Robert Jenner. For their ingenuity and incredible patience. It must have taken them both hours upon hours to get all those ornaments prepared. But, the purpose of the larger scroll and its slits was now crystal clear.

I was to weave the strips throughout the scrolls covering up certain letters and revealing others. The numbers that were revealed were to be filled in by letters found on the numbered boxes from earlier clues solved, such as the Parlor Clue. The message was ingenious, as it was imaginative.

There were five strips, one with a "tell" giving away its correct positioning. This left four strips to deal with. If any of my higher math functions of my brain were still working; four to the power of two, equaling a total of sixteen possible combinations for the strips, if the facing ones were to be only red, or black letters facing out. Thirty-two possible combinations, if the colors of the letters facing outward were to be a mixture. It could escalate of sixty-four. This could take minutes, or it could take hours to unlock this Cryptex. It was time make a phone call and get a hint.

The rules of Ravenchase Adventures do allow for you to make phone calls to them for hints, but it will cost you in overall time. When Kristine picked up on the other end of the line, she was jolly and full of spirits. But not of the liquid variety.

She gushed over the line, that she was somewhere where it was V-E-R-Y WARM, while we poor hunters had to suffer cruelly in the C-O-L-D. I laughed lightly at her joke (all the while, secretly wishing her another attack of the Rhino virus,) and told her of my mathematical dilemma.

She agreed that many combinations was a bit daunting and she and Rob should have left a better hint. So, she told me the secret was "RED." All the letters facing me, should be red, not black.

Hanging up, I was confronted by two other problems. One, other teams were starting to arrive. My first hint was looking up to see Rich, the husband of Team Dude Run, clownishly craning his neck around the side of the barn trying to see what progress we were making on the puzzle.

Jokingly, I threw my body across my pages covering them up the exact same way his wife, Michelle, had done in Philadelphia the previous June, when we all first met. Michelle and her daughter, Courtney, laughed at my mock antics.

My second problem was that of a completely different color. My partner, Marilyn, was becoming a very blue. Literally and figuratively. She had found the correct key date for the deciphering of clue #5, but even with my cipher wheel, she was having trouble making sense of the message. I promised that I would double check her work, but we first had to get her out of the cold.

I, being of half Scottish and Dutch ancestry, I don't mind the cold as others do, but poor Marilyn, was nearly frozen through and through. There was nothing left to for me to do. I would have to take Marilyn home to Mother's. --- Mother's Restaurant, that is. --- The Restaurant was only a few blocks away on North Main Street.

Before Marilyn and I left, I did do a bit of Horse Trading, for an answer that had been bothering me all day. I passed along the secret of the Red, to those teams that had so far arrived, but for another team, I had to stop them from running away without their Christmas ornament. In gratitude, they revealed the secret of the Snow Flake Code to me.

Like the secret at the Mansion, the answer was so ridiculously simple, that I overlooked it entirely. The Snow Flake Code was just a variation on an old Rail Fence Code. A simple cipher, that was first used during the American Civil War. We had the answer to the clue already; but it was nice to understand what I had over looked so easily for future reference.

At Mother's Restaurant, liberal amounts of warmth and hot spiced cider did much to restore Marilyn'ss spirits. I busied myself by filling in the blanks in Marilyn's decipherment and solving the Snow flake code, which now only took me less than two minutes to fully translate.

Marilyn's translation was 85% percent correct. The question that clue Number #5 asked was a simple one. "What has been at this location since a particular date?" The catalog in my mind snapped open again. I had seen that particular date in two locations at the Visitors Center. One was on the large Bronze Plaque on the front of the building and the second place was on the Iron Trellis, near the steps of the entrance. I suspected the Trellis, but, I could not remember the exact words that was on its small plaque.

Fortunately, I did recall that I took a picture of it. Reaching for my camera, I powered it up and played the review screen. The first photograph was the trellis, from about ten feet away. This was followed by images of the Bucks County Playhouse, the town's canon, village art work, the Logan Inn and the starting location of the race. But, the close up of the Trellis plaque was missing. Where was it? What had become of it? --- That's when it hit me.

Superman, as everyone well knows, can be defeated by Kryptonite. Daredevil, by too much sound. And the Green Lantern is powerless against the color Yellow. Even the immortal, Sherlock Holmes, found his Waterloo in the shapely womanly form of, Irene' Adler. My own weakness was to be observed solely in the blue of a woman's eyes and the warmth of her smile; The Enchantress.

In that single instance, when that woman greeted me outside the Visitor's Center, I forgot everything I was doing, including pressing the button on my camera that lay beneath my finger tip. All was lost, as I was.

Reviewing the photos I had taken again, I looked at the image of the trellis. The solution to the clue was before me, but far too small to read off my camera's two inch wide screen. There was nothing for it, but for us to return to the Visitors Center, and retrieve the missing words we needed to complete this final problem. Without them, the final page would forever remain gibberish.

The Finish Line


With health and warmth restored to her body, Marilyn was once again willing to brave the elements with me. Together we set out for the Visitors Center and the last leg of our journey. Ten minutes later we were at the Center and writing down the missing words. And we were not alone.

At least one other couple was there, still struggling to understand how the Rotational Code worked. I was feeling generous, and I gifted them one of my pencils with an eraser, and a hint. I filling in the first two words of the clue, I gave them the proper key number and explained how to use it.

With the quote in hand, Marilyn and I went inside the Visitor Center and discovered that, Stephanie was still at her post behind the reception desk. She kindly allowed Marilyn and I to stay warm inside and use the large table at the center of the room, to work out our final solution.

After filling in the missing letters on the long strips, it was only a matter of rearranging the strips in various combinations to find the proper order. This was a still bit of a bear even with the Red Hint, but Marilyn's knowledge of the town was our saving grace. During one of the shifts, Marilyn stopped me, because one word appeared she recognized. The word was Vito. On Bridge Street, she told me, there was a restaurant call, The Villa Vito!

Weaving the strips over and under throughout the page, the rest of the message appeared. Marilyn solution was correct and we were quickly off in search of, The Villa Vito, taking time out only long enough to thank, Stephanie, for all her kindness during the day, as well as the loan of the Visitors Center's table.

As we hurried along to the restaurant and the finished line, I did not hold great hopes for our chances of ever winning the race, but I at least held hopes for a respectable placing in the game. When I called in for the RED hint, Kristine Jenner had also mentioned to me that, so far, none of the other teams had cross over the finished line.

But, by my own mental calculations, of all our time lost, due to wandering down the wrong path, back-tracking and rest stops along the way; I estimated we were likely behind first place by almost twenty-two minutes. These thoughts I kept to myself, so not to worry Marilyn, since she was really starting to feel good about herself and her contributions during the day. For someone that had never run the race before, or cracked a code in her life, Marilyn was a wonderful partner to have during this race.

The lights of the Restaurant were warm and inviting, as we passed beneath the doorway of The Villa Vito. Applauses greeted us in true traditional Ravenchase style for anyone that even manages to finish such a race that we had been on. But, there were teams ahead of us, as I had guessed. Marilyn and I would learn later that we pulled in a respectable 6th Place showing. This was far from bad.

Out of nineteen teams, this placed us in the top third of the echelon of racers. Not a bad position to be, all things considered. Marilyn, I hoped would feel very good about going from "hopeless" at the beginning of the race to "honored veteran" at the end. Beating out thirteen other competing teams. A wonderful start for a beginner; as we also manage to stay ahead of my old rival team of "Happy Fairy Mushroom Princess."

The HFMP arrived about ten minutes behind us looking a little worse for wear, but any ills, or miseries created during the race were soon forgotten, as drinks began to flow, hot food was ordered and much need warmth was returning to our limbs. Marilyn and I sat next to Team Dude, Run! swapping war stories, of the day's hunt as further teams arrived and continued to crowd the restaurant to capacity.

One of the final teams to arrive was a husband and wife team from Philadelphia that apologized for their lateness. They had been caught up at the Gallery Piquel discussing art with Tamara Cannon. It appears they had fallen in love with two of the art pieces and had lost track of time. This had to be a first, and very unique excuse, for any Ravenchase Hunt.

When the awards were given out, the Victors of the Day were as follows:

1st Place: Best Team Ever! (The Golden Bobble head Snowman)
2nd Place: Garden State Gang! (The Silver Snowman)
3rd Place: Team Dude, Run! (The Bronze Snowman)

All treasures being appropriately "Tacky," in the yet "Unbroken" tradition set by Ravenchase Adventures.

Marilyn eyed the statues and chuckled, seemingly grateful now that we didn't come in first. I wondered if she was thinking about what it would have been like for her to have to haul that huge bobble-head home with her. Together we lifted our glasses and toasted the winners and cheered the losers; alike and equally in their measure. It was a grand day out.

The party finally broke up about two hours later, as exhausted and very war weary adventurers headed home. Robert and Kristine Jenners were kind enough to save me the price of a taxi, by driving me to the Doylestown Train Station. For this I was very grateful for, and even more thankful for their friendship. They truly are wonderful people.

As I settled in my seat on the train for the long ride home, I once again pulled out my copy of The Da Vinci Code. Paging backwards through the book, in search of the torn piece of newspaper that marked my place. My finger stopped and paused over one of later and more important passages in the book.

The Holy Grail 'neath ancient Roslin waits
The blade and chalice guarding o'er Her gates
Adorned in master's loving art, She lies.
She rests at last beneath the starry skies



Like Robert Langdon and Sophie Neveu, within the novel, I and Marilyn that day had run a good hunt, cracking numerous codes, uncovered mysteries secreted away within an Art gallery, and unlocked our own version of a Cryptex. We had done extremely well together. But, like the hero of the book, Robert Langdon, there remained one final mystery left for me alone to solve... The Enchantress...

I realized now, as the train was pulling out of Doylestown, that I still had not learned the name of this mystery woman. I mused over this strange enigma in woman's form, and of the game itself.

The Jenners had promised that day, a unique, if not memorable hunt. The Enchanted Christmas Village Hunt, was certainly all this. And, it had lived up to its promise in every detail. The race was wonderful and filled with memories. I had also been "Enchanted" that day; albeit to my own small down fall. But, such is life. I speak of no regrets here.

But, as I glanced out the window of the train, looking up at the few stars above peeking through the clouds; I thought of the last line of the passage beneath my finger tips. "She rests at last beneath starry skies."

Somewhere out there, my fair Enchantress was resting beneath these same starry skies. Her name remaining a mystery for me to solve for yet another day. Perhaps another hunt… February was coming, I thought, and "Cupid's Arrow" held the promise of a new adventures from Ravenchase. Only time would tell...

To all the teams that joined us that day in New Hope, I wish you all Love, Laughter, and a very well deserved Rest. Till we all meet again on the field of battle and at Ravenchase Adventures, I bid you all a good night...


With The Best of Holliday Regards,

The "Infamous" Rassilon

A.K.A. "Rass" to his friends
A.K.A. Geoffrey G. Wynkoop




A Full list of the Team names, as they signed in for the Hunt
Congratulations to you all, you are all winners just for coming out that day:

1. Team McGee!
2. Freezing Travelers!
3. The Goonies!
4. New Hope Newbie's!
5. Factotum!
6. William H. Macey! (Previously raced in NYC)
7. Garden State Gang! (Previously raced in NYC, Hamilton, Princeton)
8. G Cubed!
9. El Taco Loco!
10. Currie Burrito!
11. Pack Leaders!
12. Shadow Fox!
13. Happy Faerie Mushroom Princess! (H.F.M.P.)(Philly Veterans)
14. Wildcard Hikers!
15. Fox!
16. Dude, Run! (Philly and N.J. Veterans)
17. Best Team Ever (Previously raced in NYC)
18. K-T Rocks!
19. Team Rassilon! (The "Infamous") (With the Lovely Marilyn –first timer)