#40 - Shakedown at the Hantavirus Hotel

Cache 40 is all downhill from here

Friday I had to get out of town and get out of town fast. But there is always time to plant some valuable treasure for your fellow mang.

Here's looking up your old area code

Looking an escape route from going in that shitty building

Go on....stick your hand up there

Gross Profit

(all pictures courtesy of a terrible cell phone camera)

38.....DEAD!

update to follow

#38 revisited- a series of mistakes. Y pues? Volver volver volver

Hola extranjeros! Bienvenidos amigos. Look East. go where your eyes see.


Ladies on horses may call this #41, but hella hard core dude bros call it Goat Trail.



Everbody calls this Oil Well Road.





You'd think it'd be here, but it is not. Too many vermin and potential looky loos.




It is here instead.


So get to gettin'. This was a hard ride when first hidden, and it remains a challenge.

#39 Found

Smoke this skinwagon!

VC #39, right behind the pricklers where the memorable (?) Michelob Ultra was consumed during that memorable (?) Sleaze Otter

We didn't linger long, as a broken-down car and inhabitants were hanging out there. Back down Aguajito to the home ranch for some tearing into o' the box.

Please oh please let this be inside

No signed Burt Ward pictures, but a bounty worth of a thirsty king. Hammses, Italian flag crochet gloves for style, flair, and a bikeable stoner proclamation.

But wait....there's more!

Having solved the world's problems, I'm glad we are finally living in an age when your hydration pack can provide a misting cool.