#46 smells like Palladium

After 2 weeks expectorating on the couch, your cheerful correspondent made his way up to the highway that divides Monterey Bay's really rich people from the only kind of rich people.

Despite the warnings, no punk-ass bitches were located. Just a not much worse for the wear cache.  Inquiring minds want to know how many people drove past this treasure without knowing what valuable goods were within arm's reach from their car window.

Ready to cough all of the way down the hill

Do as The Man says

Treasures abound, some (used?) bib shorts, various bits and stickers, fine literature, HAMMer gel, and the most godawful smelling mini-stove I've ever smelled.  I think the stove may have been aged in the bowels of Monterey.

#47 let you see how it feels

...yes, you.














Super stealth singletrack. Short but sweet. You should know about it.









That sword type arty arrangement be pointing the way.


This triangle bit has nothing to do with it, but it is noticeable. Makes a nice back rest.

#46...this one goes out to my niggas

who be havin to deal with these punk-ass bitches:



42% of automobile operators have 50% of their attention on the road. Be careful out there.



Git to gittin!

#44 you can lead a whore to culture...

but you cannot make her think.
-Dorothy Parker, upon being asked to use the word "horticulture" in a sentence.




No, this does not match the big picture.




This does not, either.





Kind of. You can see the cache.




Suck it.




The goods. All waterproofed an shit. Good thing, since they were out there for 3 weeks.





This trail was part and parcel, up and down. Though you could have gone another way.

WELCOME NEWCOMERS! Good job, M___ S_____.