#53 Fffound

Fffuck you all.

I went and got 53 my damn self cuz it was just going to waste. Then I moved it. You new clue is:

What's the difference between 49 and 50?

Stop doing whatever it is you're doing instead of riding your bike. GO!

#53 you got to bring ass to get ass

You're colorful, Mack. Dumb, old-fashioned and out of style...but colorful.
It is evident in the lack of velocaching 'roun here. Sucka.



Your mama still workin' in them $10 houses? Whew! That's quite a conversation opener. But, that ish is old news. This is the new news:

UP where you can see stuff like this. Sheep sleep along this route, but you won't.

With your Sleaze Otter V experiences, you should be able to work this out.

Where would a wood-rat cache if a wood-rat could cache goods?

In closing, I'd like to say you ride this town like a sissy and I think you ought to consider stepping your game up.

#52 pick up

Some mens think... a little titty kissin is the answer to every woman's dream...

Well.

It is not. A well placed velocache goes a lot further than caressin with your fingertips, even.

So, go climb up little water, Senor, and turn a la izquierda al un primero camino. Disfrute de su paseo en bicicleta, maing.

This is valuable info, too:

Etc. Whoa! Hey! Slow roll it. Stroke it with emotion. Oh yeah.

#51 don't moan so much, don't moan SO MUCH!

All right.




Fellas? Can I get up and do my thing?

Now I want everybody to get on the 1. Get up and get down.

Hop onto the singletrack at the point which would appeal to Lon Chaney Jr. Ride it. Feel them 23s drift. Come on ride it!




Ease on down the Big Sur coastline until you reach the most parasitic trailhead in the county. The signage on the Best Side makes no mention of bikes. That means "GO!"


You can ride singletrack over the Pacific...

wrap that point back to the 1, continue South.


Act like you know.


OMG, the poison oak was over powering...a trail only a Midwesterner could love. Wear shorts.




Wow. This place was oceany. The seals were eyeballing me. I did not linger.





Wet. Mucky. I expected crabs to creep out.

And after I saw the goods, I really expected crabs to creep out.





Brothers and Sisters, this spot was a fine place to have a beer. Nicely done. Super sweet jaunt down the coast, which I never do and should- so it was great. Add in the singletrack sides? Hello fun!

dirty #50 found

 This got did the same day #51 got dug.  Forgot to get a pic of the secret Masonic symbol just because.  We wandered over to the eucalypti and dug around, I am sure the picnicking family thought we were up to some legitimate business.

prize of the litter

message located curiously close to the skunk's "touchhole"

 

damn that is one bawss jersey....I was **SHOCKED** to find out it was not from the Primal collection

#51 - Spanish for Tick

Go Here

 

 Watch out fer authorized persons (aka creeps)

Sidle on down that trail to the right of the gate.  Don't worry, poison oak won't kill you it will just make you itch. Listen to this if you need to be a bigger man about it:

View from above

With the tide lapping at your heels.  Go towards the boulder pile to the left of the wet wall

Up on the boulder pile, you will see this to your right....

...and this to your left

Once you quit looking around like a jerk, look down at your feet:

 The goods contained within are provided for the prime purpose of "GOING OUT AND HAVING A GOOD TIME" so turn that bike around and get to one on Monterey's finer establishments, post-haste.

dirty #50! velocachemonterey remains shifty

So called Gentlemen and Ladies,




Cemetery benches are not just for creeps or mourners. You can loiter there, too!



If you were sitting there, quietly, enjoying the rarefied atmosphere, your eye might be drawn to the shrubbery across the street below and between the 2 Eucalyptus. If that were the case, I wouldn't blame you.





I suppose you're going to have to play it by ear. Right here and now.

#47 FOUNDED

THAT's how it feels.  Especially when my first glance at the post made me think we would have to CLIMB BITCHES but then I realized it was not at the grand entrance to J___s but at the lazy bottom.

Have I been on this trail? Probably. If I was, was it under cover of beers and pitch black and no headlight? Definitely.

The clearing was easily found, as was the treasure.

Stick that in your Meta- pipe

Remember when "radicool" was a thing?  This hat sure does.

All of the best art in Carmel can be found in the woods

This was truly a treasure trove of goodies, a cornucopia for the belly and mind.  I think the hat would go well to be paired with the coons worn Flavor Flav style around the neck, no?

As for the Coe map.....the stars must have aligned because we rode Coe shortly after this cache was placed but before we found it.  All I can say is the Grizzly Gulch trail is the bee's knees and makes all of the climbing worth it, and I get real excitable about trails that mix downhill, creek crossings, oak vistas, and swoopity canopy riding together.  Can I be greedy and say I wish that trail was 20 miles long or should I just shut up and appreciate it?  Either way I have no excuse for taking 2 years to go back there after my first visit.

A fine velocaching it was, first bike ride in 2 weeks after the home for holiday routine.  Always nice to be in the pines as dusk falls on a clear January day.