Australian Treasure Hunt

Most days I wake up happy. What’s not to be happy about? We’re on the trip of a lifetime. We’re meeting new people and exploring new things all the time.

But there are days when I wake up on the wrong side of the bed.

Maybe I miss my family and friends back home. Or I haven’t had a good night’s sleep. Or I’m worrying – in my anal retentive way- about things I have little control over.

Whatever the cause, it happens from time to time and it happened on the first morning we were in Sydney.

Given the choice I would’ve slept in, rested up  and saved exploring the city for a morning where I wasn’t so grumpy, but the kids weren’t having it.

And it’s all Jo-Anne Wallace’s fault.

Months earlier Jo-Anne – a good friend who has roped me into such activities as getting up at 4 a.m. to go to the gym regularly, running a 5k and then when it was clear I almost died doing it, setting me up to run a 10 k – upped the ante when she sent us some photos during her family’s trip to Sydney a year earlier.

The family – Jo, husband Hugh and kids Tye and Reese – had “buried” a treasure in the nook of a tree and we were supposed to find it.

Wallace Treasure Burial

Hugh, Tye and Reese "burying" our hidden treasure in Sydney

The treasure hunt, though designed with the best intentions, was doomed to fail from the beginning for several reasons.

1. It was in a tree

2. The tree was marked by an “X” made out of twigs

3. Australia gets winter

4. It had been over a year since they put it into the tree

5. It was treasure

But none of that mattered to the kids.  They had the pictures in mind and were determined to find the treasure.

Treasure

The treasure we were looking for - with our name on it

I pointed out to Jo-Anne at the time that I had high doubts we would find the treasure. How would it survive snow, sleet, sun and critters? What would happen of our marker  “X” ?

X marks the spot

X marks the spot...at least until the snow/wind/animals/tourists... come

She just smiled, ignored my rational observations and insisted. And if you’ve met Jo you know that she can pretty much convince a bear to lay an egg if she puts her mind to it. (Exhibit A: I ran a 10 k.)

And so off we went. Our only clue: “It’s the big tree near the opera house.”

Simple enough.

Except if you’ve ever been to the park overlooking the Opera House you’ll know that there are dozens of “big” trees!

Big Tree Sydney

Big tree right? It and it's 10,000 brothers overlooking the Opera House were all "big."

The kids did a quick search of each of the trees and while they didn’t find the treasure they did find new friends among the local kids playing. Soon they were climbing over and under the trees supposedly searching for treasure but really just being kids and having a good time.

I, on the other hand, was now fully awake and obsessed. I had to find this treasure and so with Jo, Hugh and all of the Twitterverse on the other end of my iPhone’s Twitter feed I forced them to guide me from tree to tree.

And it was hilarious. When I mentioned I was climbing trees, they barked that I was too high. When I mentioned that there was a furry animal living in one of the holes I’d put my hand into, the giggles began. Pictures were sent back and forth. Other friends on Twitter offered support and condolences. At one point a twitter exchange led to a euphemism so wrong that I collapsed in laughter right there in the park.

About an hour later we found the tree. We even found the hole where the treasure should be but alas it was gone.

Tree Sydney

6,589 trees later. The one.

As I delivered the bad news over Twitter and bid my friends back home goodnight, I wiped the tears of laughter from my eyes and realized I was smiling. I turned to see my boys laughing and running through the park, climbing the trees and launching fake sword fights with their new friends and it dawned on me that despite our grumpy morning start we were all having a great time.

It wasn’t the treasure we were expecting. It was even better.

Treasure Tree

The mistake was assuming the treasure was in the tree.

Thanks Wallaces.

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Jo-Anne Wallace November 13, 2011, 8:46 AM

Tye & I are laughing our heads off reading this. Thanks Heather.  :) xo

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Heather November 13, 2011, 9:53 PM

Kind of like we were in the park! Such a great day. Thank you.

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Lois Mcelrea November 13, 2011, 8:50 AM

Love reading of your adventures! SO glad you are having such a great time! As always, I can’t wait to read your next ‘letter’.

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Heather November 13, 2011, 9:49 PM

Thanks Lois! Coming soon :)

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Kathy Buckworth November 13, 2011, 11:26 AM

Once again, Greenwood Davis proves she is an awesome writer.  Nice job Heather.

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Heather November 13, 2011, 9:43 PM

Thanks Kathy

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Wag53 November 14, 2011, 8:07 AM

What a great  story. 

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Jonathan August 25, 2013, 10:00 AM

A year ago I took up a hobby called geocaching, where you go find hidden items. This is a great family experience as it gets you outside, walking around, and to some new and interesting places. Check out http://www.geocaching.com

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