Dirty (Found) #30

(in homage to a wonderful publication)

Went up the wrong hill, but only part of the way up. Finally made it over here. The package smelled like a damp hobo, so as per usual I brought it home.

The musty stash did not disappoint! 2 of the more artistic pieces to land in a velocache thus far.

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We spent a good 2 minutes trying to decide if this was one of those upside-down / right-side-up

illusions. Verdict still out

Dirty #30.

Baby, o-o-o-o-o baby



#30 will get YOU pumped up.

They's only one hill like this one.

Hill climb. WOOOOOOOOOOO!

Where you's can park your bike in front of a view of Monterey like this one.



This wall.




This little Monterey Pine.



Ready? GO.

#28 found! What do you mean "we", chemosabe?

My bad. It were much further up that sneaky game trail than I had thought.


Nicely repackaged (I got my cord back!) and lovingly placed in the old beers' home.


The best cache evar! Turn your head to the right, now.

Hell yes that shhhhhtein winds up and plays a sickly tune!




This one's for my dead horseys:






So, bushes aren't for eating!

They are for stashing bottles of booze. Turkey will gobble.



...so, uh, we might have damaged the shrine a smidgen but it seems oddly improved to me.

VeloCache #29 - Pleasure Island

I headed near the Stevenson House, and was lured by this classic on the juke box emanating from the cantina:

The cache, hiding in the tree outside the bathroom.

The loot: Hamms w/ coozy, Chuck Palahchinckxyz novel, Suarez musette, tingler ring (?), wowwy pop, and the newspaper that's been doing editorial satire since the Onion was a glimmer in its granpappy's eye, the mighty Carmel Pine Cone.

Now this is new to me....someone smoking outside of Alfredo's. Who knew?

Velocache #29 a.k.a "might as well stop in for a drink or four"

Velocache #29 a.k.a "might as well stop in for a drink or four", originally uploaded by Reverend Dick.

You know the story. Supposedly Robert Louis Stevenson was trying to hook up with some broad in the 1870s, stalked her here, and soaked up enough local culture to inspire Treasure Island, etc.

Rich white folks have to get they exorbitantly expensive private school namesakes someplace.

Anyhow, right next door slumps an exorbitantly degenerate cantina. It is a shame to think that it would not have been around to inspire our author, reeking as it does (and would have) of musty spirits and skulduggery, so let's just pretend that it was around then, and acknowledge that piratical adventures owe it a hearty yo ho. Dirty Dan will almost assuredly be in there. Just look for the bespectacled white bearded gent mumbling and swaying. Allow him to buy you a drink. (Perhaps follow you to your next watering hole, assuming you make the mistake of telling him where you're headed.)

While you're in there, a trip to the men's room and a gander out the window might reveal...the traysure. You know, if you crook your neck just right.

Get it before some wino; it's a good one.