For the second year in a row, we’ve placed an egg in White Park. So what happens when we run out of places to hide things there? We’ll cross that Franklin Pierce Bridge when we get to it. But you should probably get to it first.
Commodore George Hamilton Perkins came to his fame after disarming several opposing armies with the shrewd use of green plastic eggs. This one is within viewing distance of the good Commodore’s statue at the State House.
Someone clearly missed when they were loading this cannon (secret: it was us.) But you won’t miss this orange egg if you cruise up to Loudon Road and stop at the city’s coolest cannon (it might also be the only one, which makes that title easier to attain.)
This egg has been around since the bicentennial, when purple eggs were first hailed for their heart-healthy characteristics. Of course, none of that is true. But what is true is that this egg is in Bicentennial Square, on a sweet, curvy stone. At least that’s where we left it.
This egg was so happy to see an unfrozen river at long last that it pulled up a bench and watched for awhile. Funny thing is, it’s right behind a building full of ice. If you guessed it’s named after a dude named Everett, you’d be in the arena. Or ballpark. However the phrase goes.
This egg puts the z in gazebo. Why? We’re not entirely sure, but it sounded so catchy when we said it. It also puts the Rollins in Rollins Park, in that this egg is in Rollins Park. Consider that a hint. Also, you won’t have to climb this tree to get it out. Unless you are really, really small (smaller than Tom Cruise!)
We’ve placed a half-dozen plastic eggs in strategic places around town. Use these pictures to guide you, locate an egg and then contact us – we’ve got some mighty tasty candy with your name on it! Good luck, readers – the race is on!
