If this is belongs to you, then know that I could have simply taken it to your house. Instead, if this belongs to you then surely you reconize where it be.
Laid back. With the mini golf course on my mind, due to the labeling of this hidden cache, I very nearly rode on by on my way to the coastal dereliction near there. But as I rode by, I decided to check. What the heck? (I don't get the "dwarf on golf" which doesn't refer to the mini golf joint. Red herring?)
Sure enough.
I had my headlight on my helmet by default. Good thing, because there was NO WAY I was reaching into some mystery crevice in this location without seeing what was waiting there...
Evidence of highbrow affairs...
"They Made Me"...I'm sure that they did. This is a world apart, of which I freely admit I had no knowledge. And I will go back to not thinking of this place after this post.
Fargo today. I needed the gears on account of my busted ribs.
Sexy High Life tallboy, 2 sweet tallboy coozies, classy copper bottomed camp cookware (including the clamped together and not-well-cleaned utensil set plus...count 'em...2(!) red(!) plastic camp cups.) all lovingly packaged with "Go to HeLL!!!" written thereon.
So 23 was a thorn in my side. 1st it was confusing, then it was all just a big misunderstanding. Today was my 3rd attempt at cracking this nut. Thank Goodness it was successful or I'd be nuts
Altar at the top of 49...
and photographic PROOF that #24 ne #19 is out there.
An awesome cache of super moldy goods. One of the Bud tallboys had burst and doused the package, aside from the torrential downpour's effects. You really cannot appreciate the growth from a picture.
I rode back down the "sister" to drink the remaining tallboy. After I warshed the top off with my water bottle. Really just an all around win.
Little Jewford and Meself rambled out to place #9 in a most visible spot. Admittedly, these are stock photos- had a little trouble with the , uh, memory (remembering a camera, remembering to email crappy phone-in photos, etc)- but you know where this is.
GET THIS QUICK, CUZ IT IS EASILY SEEN!
C'mon. You knew this location was coming...
Edit! Here is an actual live photo of the cache in it's natural habitat as it looked today upon release:
Always do sober what you say you'll do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. -Ernest Hemingway
HOW TO?
You will need:
1. a bike
2. a camera
3. computer access with internet
THE RULES:
1. feast your eyes on the VELOCACHE you wish to find.
2. go find it.
3. take pictures that match the perspective of the original VELOCACHE post, a picture of you and your bike and the cache as well. NO ZOOMING. ZOOM KILLS PERSPECTIVE.
4. score what is stashed at VELOCACHE.
5. go back to your computer and post a comment under the VELOCACHE you have found ( or e-mail that you have found it) and send the images/find to:
inspektorjavert(at)gmail(dot)com
6. revel in your victory and go set one up for someone else!
7. If you want to deploy your own velocache, contact us and we can get you going.