No sooner do I grab the many caches along the highway leading to Butte Falls then some local guys put a bunch more out. I’m forced to go up there again and start the whole process over. I had just washed my filthy mud-caked automobile from the last adventure along that road. This time I took my posse, Joe, Emilia, and Monica. Poor Joe has no idea what we’re doing or why and can’t figure out why I keep getting out of the car and wandering off into the woods. He thinks I have a bladder problem.
Anyway, I lured Emilia out with promise of a decent hamburger which we procured from a fine establishment called the Butte Falls Cafe. It’s worth the trip.