38 .... Redux

Well the skies weren't quite as dramatic as I set out for my first real ride since traveling for over five weeks.....but I've accepted my mission....there was no river boat, no air cav, but I could feel it in the air as I rolled out of the garage....the horror.....the horror.
Ok.....a little dramatic....but as innocuous as a ride across the ord may see as certain trail that has lay number lay between me and the cache....The goat trail.....don't know what it is....maybe the monkeys migrated over from 82 but I have a tenancy to overcook it on that trail (click the bike shot, if you look closely you can see the bent saddle)....today was no different. But the cache was just around the corner along with first aid beer (a little for my knee, the rest for my ego) and a pretty sweet cache....a bay bike bottle, a little htc schwag, a "bring it on" little zip pouch and some styling socks.....nice and warm for August in Monterey...it all made the ride home on a pretty slopin saddle worth it.

#40 - Shakedown at the Hantavirus Hotel

Cache 40 is all downhill from here

Friday I had to get out of town and get out of town fast. But there is always time to plant some valuable treasure for your fellow mang.

Here's looking up your old area code

Looking an escape route from going in that shitty building

Go on....stick your hand up there

Gross Profit

(all pictures courtesy of a terrible cell phone camera)

38.....DEAD!

update to follow

#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.

#39 Found

Smoke this skinwagon!

VC #39, right behind the pricklers where the memorable (?) Michelob Ultra was consumed during that memorable (?) Sleaze Otter

We didn't linger long, as a broken-down car and inhabitants were hanging out there. Back down Aguajito to the home ranch for some tearing into o' the box.

Please oh please let this be inside

No signed Burt Ward pictures, but a bounty worth of a thirsty king. Hammses, Italian flag crochet gloves for style, flair, and a bikeable stoner proclamation.

But wait....there's more!

Having solved the world's problems, I'm glad we are finally living in an age when your hydration pack can provide a misting cool.

#39 Ram it in your climb hole

Don't fool yourself. This one is going straight up your pedal chute. Like a ship without an anchor. Like a snake without a chain. Like a feather haired teen in too-tight cut-offs atop a rickety pair of scuffed white roller-skates.

True Sleaze Otter aficionados will riggity-recognize the power pedestal behind which rests a box filled with sweet sweet Velocache. Many of you have piled bottles of Michelob Ultra atop this Monument.





And since you're already up there, you may as well continue on and get #38; on which I checked and still in situ is which.

That's science talk for get off your arse. You are an early morning lover and you must be movin' on.

#38 bumble in the Monterey Pines?-DO NOT SEEK

...I'm better now, than I was. I'm experienced now. PROfessional. ___'s been broke, been lost, knocked down a couple times. I'm BAD. Been chopping trees. I done something new for this Velocache!

I done wrassled with a alligator. That's right. I have wrassled with a alligator.


Which one a y'all chumps is ready to come down to South Central California and actually ride hard, both on and off road, to catch a cache?



You prolly came from this direction. You know, West.



This is no place for rope-a-dope. You got to be fast. Fast. Fast. Like when you cut the light off in your bedroom; hit the switch are in the bed before the room is dark.


Don't blow it and head further this way. You know, East.




You'll want to head this way. You know, North.



Eventually looking back and seeing this,

whilst continuing on this way. You know, North. NOT following the more established track over to the West again. Get in there and begin your hike-er, uh, climb.



Keep going.



This type of trail will look familiar...

And even though that bag will not be there, it is directing you the right way...

towards this arrangement of stones. Cairn. Rock Duck. And even though this package will not be there, it will be nearby. You know, East. If you head that way, you're in the right.



LOG?



Everyone loves Log.

Enjoy the peace. This is a very rarefied spot.


I fully expect that there will be some sitting on the hands here. None of y'all have been here, and that's a fact. Doesn't mean you shouldn't go, and if you ask nicely I'll show you how to get here on the down-low downhill.