I'm about to head out into the wilds for the holiday, but I'll leave you with these perfect parting words from Robert Penn Warren.
Hunt, hunt again. If you don't find it, you
Will die. But I tell you this much: it
Is not under the stone at the foot
Of the garden or by the wall by the fig tree
I tell you this much to save you trouble, for I
Have looked. I know. Hurry, for
The terror is, all promises are kept