A few months ago I decided that I was going to take squaw peak road over the mountain face and get away, relax, and enjoy the afternoon.
Well not exactly. I was actually reviewing caches and the cacher placed a cache on the mountainside. At 8600 feet and a mile and a half from the nearest cache on the road, it was placed a few hundred feet from another. What kind of luck is that?
Well the cacher disabled the cache and said that they would not make it up there for some time to fix it. So after a month or so I had an idea. Well I have wanted to drive up there, perhaps I would head up.. move it two hundred feet, and get back with the cache owner that I helped out. It was brilliant, a fantastic idea. What could go wrong.
Yes.. what could go wrong.
Up up and away
We live at 4600 feet, and so a substantial climb to get to the cache site at 5000 feet higher than where I was.
So we packed int he truck and started the drive. I passed by a few caches that I have not found, then a few that I had. The climb went up, and as we got up a ways the girls wanted to ride in the back. Nice that allowed us to have more room. Then it started to rain. Not hard, just a drizzle. But the little bit of rain was enough to make the road really slick
Well I looked and looked for the cache that the person said was up there, with no luck. I was soaked by the time I finally gave up. Well so much for a good turn...