37b: More PITA than cache

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.


You're welcome. Get it before it's gone?

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.

37 - A City Made of Sand

Are you even allowed within 500 ft of one of theses?

quit fucking around

new name of my bike; onward and upward

ooh that's a nice log, bet there's some buried traysure on its north end

West

South

North

oh so goodiez

DO take time to soak in the beautiful ocean view, and the forty million cars going fast to nowhere important

36b: more PSA than cache

"When you hang a man, you better look at him"

*Actual location a little less conspicuous

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.

#36. Latest edition

I know you said you wanted a velocache that you could be in the woods to find. Like at the (used to be) Stairs an ish...



And to you false-balling niggas jus grab yo crotches. But if you paid, nigga, pat yo pockets.



1st, get thee to thee oaken singletrack. Soak it up. It's still good.

That way lies Freedom.


If you see this, you're Right.


Grab a seat on the New Stairs!


Remember when this was the type of view from the (used to be) Stairs?

Well now it is what it is at the New Stairs. Looking at this tree, reach around to your left, push the sawed off plank aside, grab a warmish Hamm's, and let this view do it's do on you until the location of the traysure reveals itself....

35 found. With so much drama in the MBC...

it's kinna hard bein' velo cacheing, see:

Gs up Ho's down.

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.

Makes me feel kind warm and dark and furry.















Like an asshole?

YO! any velocache is a Good velocache, so I win.