Off to the stairs, some tracks and grading but no meddling enforcement / land movers in sight.
If you look really hard you can see my bike in between the ca che and the thicket of poison oak I crawled through to get it
This prize pack was plump full of goodness. But there's something you don't see here because they immediately jumped on my face....
After a Hamms I had to get back to town, but not before I read a chapter from John Sandford's "Hidden Prey":
"There's one more thing," Wolfe said. "Uh, I keep a gun up there to clean up beaver and porcupines, and I think Carl knows where it is.""He does," the younger Wolfe said. "We sorta let it out.""What is it?" Lucas asked. "What kind of gun?""A Savage .223 bolt-action with a two-to-eight-power scope on it. Not a great scope, but the gun shoots really good. Inside a minute, anyway," the kid said."And there's ammo?"Wolfe nodded. "A couple of boxes. Fast-expansion stuff to blow up the critters. You go back there, if you think he's dangerous....You best take care."
And so ends another velocache. And since I have collected the last two and not planted a one, I better get after it before some rustler throws down on me on the bike path.