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.

#38 revisited- a series of mistakes. Y pues? Volver volver volver

Hola extranjeros! Bienvenidos amigos. Look East. go where your eyes see.


Ladies on horses may call this #41, but hella hard core dude bros call it Goat Trail.



Everbody calls this Oil Well Road.





You'd think it'd be here, but it is not. Too many vermin and potential looky loos.




It is here instead.


So get to gettin'. This was a hard ride when first hidden, and it remains a challenge.

#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...

#32 - Soak it to the East, Soak it to the West

First of all, an unbiased welcome to December!

Took awhile to get to this one, between working during the minimal daylight hours, rain, and laboring over excuse-making.

Went a climbing after work today despite the impending showers. Took an alternative route, Pacific to Mar Vista to Skyline...hey that's not so bad. Still, probably averaged this pace during the climb (tilt your head to the left for a realistic grade):

Nice rain and 'pert near dark by the time I got to Scenic Drive and the prize.

This really needs to be the site for a rogue arm-rasslin' tournament

Lots of treats, 2 porkchops, some moonbeam shades, socks, some ginger chews for my favorite motion-sickness friend, El Diablito, socks, and some getback in a fancy Godiva tin.

But behold! Breakfast will never be as violence-free again in Lord Hayden's household.

On a side note, there is no good way to descend dark roads on a moonless night in a rainstorm, except to suspend belief in pine cones, wet needles, and the absentmindedness of drivers.