37- been had

Space vato. Square cat. Say "car...am...ba, partners where's the party at?".



Enough is enough is enough. Thanks to the detailed series of photos in the last post, I was able to hunt and peck the location. (I did not know that park was there at all.)


As I was taking these photos and stinking of indolence and leisure, the Sand City Popo rolled up hard. Apparently the police station is on the other side of the park. That puts a damper on Fun.


As soon as the igpays had onegay, I headed up that promising trail. ooyahbay.


The traysure was buried deep. My 1st thought was "I hope these clumps I'm feeling aren't cat shit."


My 2nd thoughts were "Crap! Did they bury a phone book?"






But no, while that would make for an excellent Sleaze Otter prize, it was not a phone book.




It was a swanky simulated leather pannier full of Goodness! Whoa. This has to be the single finest cache ever.



Here's to a fine spot, well chosen. A hidden oasis of calm degeneracy amid the fluttering chaos of Modern America. I lorded it over the squares rushing past my poor man's Shangri La and they didn't even know it.



This was an especially welcome cache, too, because I was dilly dallying about with no plans to ride, and shaking my legs out after yesterday's cramp-inducing roundy round was a good call.




After all this pushing heavy bikes around, the cross bike felt like flying. Here it is at the top of that one spot near some indigenous Douglas Irises.





If you were sitting here and looked back up the trail, the second tall boy would be that glint in the bushes.

Just so you know.


I even made it home before the rain began in earnest.



The Goods: fancy mystery pannier+rain cover, 2 Tecate tall boys, a "modest" sized yellow cock ring, a politely phrased sticker of Truth, and the most hideously ridiculous pair of flip flops/leg warmers evar.

I'll try not to let this go to my head.

#18...barely legal

But, oh! so worth it.

Stepped out my house, stopped short- oh no! Why is my dang thing burning like that? Cruised through the woods on the way to the bike path, and all the grass is brown. It's getting hottt in here.


I had a general idea where this cache would be (uh, by the ocean) but not really. What a fantastic spot!


I had to do some math in my head here, which was hard. If you are here yourself, and you look on the other side of that plinth, there will be a cool-ish Tecate under some rubble. But it won't last, I'm sure.



The graffiti is unimaginative.




Except this one; that's cool.



I rode this far.








Here's some digging.





So effing cool, I cannot believe it! I don't know where Lord Hayden gets these treasures, but he must have fortified hisself with a whole heap of Golden Drak to think of giving them away...




Even though there was no supplied opener...I drank the Belgian hooch in the tankard right there, so's I could get into that headspace. What a fantastic spot!



I buried 2 Tecates in the spot so if someone and someone's sweetie want to go there, they can. There's even semi-burnt logs right there, but it'd have to be a still night to allow a fire. The wind rips through there. You can watch the pelicans, gulls, buzzards, etc ride the ridgeline.