What is the answer to everything?

42.

I am so happy about several stories involving this number, on account of they are funny. My favorite involves Cary _______, and includes the phrase "How old are you?" being uttered by the father of a 21 year old girl. Classy. Not least because Cary's standard ending to any question involving his employment was "...and I do body work."

So, you see.




In any event, this eponymous cache, was the 1st effort by Criffer (I imagine a cane, and a blue bandana, and some intricate hand signals), and it was a good one. I was worried due to all the testicle references in the deployment post that this would be some freaky porno cache.


You wouldn't have loved it on account of there was climbing.




A fair amount of climbing.



Extra points for being sealed with scotch tape.




Some of the booty. I promptly lost these on the climb up through Pebble via some trails. Think how stoked some random pedestrian who doesn't deserve them will be! At least I didn't lose the beer.

This is a BIG TIME haunt of bums and hobos. Just down the street was a hobo bike junkyard a few years ago. Dude was camping amongst at least 9 different bum bikes.

Today as I ate my tasty snacks in the shade, that white sedan pulled up to disgorge a stocking capped bundle of angst. The guy popped out of the passenger seat and dramatically dropped his head into his arms on the roof of the adjacent beater hatchback. After 15 seconds or so, he showily came around and pulled a battery out of the sedan trunk and set to work. His car eventually started, and he pulled out behind the sedan laying on his horn. He honked at that gal for a solid minute and a half while waiting to enter traffic. Minute and a half at least. Wow.

I couldn't have asked for a better show.

36 FOUNDLED

Hey look, I actually followed instructions for once and took a match picture!

The traysure was quite aways up a tree, and while I could have shimmied up the tree like one of these guys:

I took the lazy way out and used a tool (2x6 launched through the air) like one of these guys:

After gathering the treasure, I found a bored lizard who took a shine to my Friday afternoon hassling.

After such exhausting hunting, I had to take a little time to enjoy the bench. Sunny, tucked away from the cold afternoon wind, big live oak branches parallel to the ground, birds singing. Sure beat the majority of my Friday riding the computer chair. After that there was an ill-fated alternate route that took me not to the tower but to a dying trail choked with poison oak and thistle. Now I know, go straight to the steep double-track, don't be tempted by the smooth singletrack to the left.

Found this guy on Normandy Rd., parked in the bike lane. He was too lazy (illin?) to move much, but I put him back in the bushes lest he get squashed by an overzealous roadie with leaners screaming down the hill.

This is amongst my favorite treasures, mostly because of the look on shady guy's face. He is clearly getting into the game, and all of the squares are none the wiser.

#33 must be that same thing

What makes the mens go crazy?



Hope it's not a fear of heights...







This one has been in the works for a while, and now it's like Donkey Kong.









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.




This is a GOOD SPOT. I don't think too many folks venture up this way, but it seems like sooner would be better than later...