Solo Foxer #97

Unlike the formidable Friday foxers, the Monday kind are designed with lone truth sleuths in mind. While Roman, my Chief Foxer Setter, would be very interested to know how long it takes you to defox today’s brainteaser, he requests that the comments section isn’t used to share solutions or drop hints.

“Where am I?”

Using the following clues (the map above is purely decorative) in combination with Street View (all Solo Foxer solutions are Street Viewable), MAPfrappe, and other online tools, work out my location. The answer will appear under next Monday’s solo foxer.

Today you’ll find me approximately 560 metres above sea level, in a country that has a Nobel laureate and a jailbird amongst its ex-Presidents, and no diplomatic mission in Cuba or Lithuania. 52 miles from a dam damaged by warplanes in 19**, 35 from a surreal cruise ship, and 33 from a spot occupied, until fairly recently, by a destroyer launched in the USA in 1945, I’m closer to a national park than a coastline, and I’m equilatitudinous with more US states than European countries. The nearest Olympic village is sixteen miles away, the nearest toll highway just two miles. In order to join that highway, I’d need to drive NW along a road that follows a river valley… a road that has two yellow lines down its centre. Add the number of the road to the number of the highway, and you get a heptagonal number.

You’re probably in the right place if you can see…

  • More cars than people
  • More pine trees than cars
  • Wasp stripes
  • Lots of snow
  • Two escalators
  • Sleeping deterrents
  • The words ‘CAR NUMBER’
  • Newness

I’m not in Pont-à-Mousson.

(Last week I was here)


  1. Escalators ahoy!

    Took me about 5 mins to get the location then a further 10 to get the right spot, which was a bit lucky as I correctly guessed the significance of one of the clues.

  2. Newness ahoy!

    A couple of hours this week as I failed to read the Foxer properly in many ways.

    A fair number of Presidents, it turns out, are either Nobel laureates or jailbirds. I suppose it’s in the nature of the job that if you stick it out for long enough you’ll end up with one or the other.

    Thanks Roman.

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