So it seems that a certain someone mashed a velocache and then skipped town for Africa of all places, leaving me to repay the gods. Well two can play at that game, so I stashed one of my own on my way out of town for some wedding, rafting, and mtb in the motherland. Never have you been so excited to trudge through so much for so little gain.
Sorry bro, 9' 11" is the limit. Better pull a 540 tailwhip.
Librals are rueing are fun
OK so now you are all turned around again, but I can't blame you for being intrigued.
Especially by this sweet tag. I for one am intimidated by that walking donut. And by intimidated I mean "let's go out to the lobby, to get ourselves some snacks!"
All right Enuff Z'nuff. Let's get after that cache, shall we?
Walk up this. OR, if you're not a total sandbag ride it.
Don't try to tell me that all of the iceplant and sand looks the same, 'cause I AINT HEARING IT
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.
Looking North.
Looking down, where things is looking up! But note how my feet are on the crossbeams. Some of those floorboards are looking ragged.
