Paddle Number Seven Hides a Secret
At Lake Alder Camp, every canoe paddle had a number burned into the handle. Dev always got paddle number seven, and he never gave it a second thought until the morning he noticed something new. Under the number, someone had carved tiny letters: "N 20, W 10."
"Maybe it is a map," whispered his cabin mate, Owen.
After lunch, the boys stood at the dock's north end. Dev took twenty big steps straight along the shore, and then ten steps toward the setting sun. They stopped beside a flat gray boulder with moss on one side.
Owen pushed against the rock, and it rocked a little. Underneath was a dented tin box. Inside lay a stack of old photographs, a bent compass, and a note that said, "To the next campers: leave something for those who come after you."
Dev and Owen read the photographs together. The pictures showed campers from long ago, smiling in wooden canoes.
That evening, the boys added their own note and a drawing of paddle number seven. Then they set the box back under the boulder.