Sunday the Fourth of July

Rode down to San Diego State on this very overcast Fourth of July. Went forth, as it were.

But first, as I was making my way to the garage, I noticed that my FRESHLY WARSHED & WAXED vehicle was BESPOILED by BIRD POOP!



You can see the reflection of the power lines, enabler of pooping birds.

Found one cache on El Cajon Blvd., and three out of four caches at San Diego State. The fourth one was purported to be chest-high in a bush. All the bushes were waist-high, freshly shorn (a word that spell check does not recognize). I think the dingus is gone.

I stopped by another cache, one of my perennially not-founds. It is at an AM-PM Market/gas station, so I got the bright idea to buy a cup of coffee. Camouflage for my activities! I bought a dollar thirty-nine cup of plain, doused it with half-and-half, and sat on the curb waiting for it to cool, and surreptitiously looking for the widget. I did not find the doohickey, but I enjoyed the coffee!



At least until I got a few grounds in my mouth!



Ten point four-zero miles for the day, and for the week. Another hundred and eighty miles and I will have ten thousand on Jamis. That will be (roughly) two thousand more than I have on the vehiole. How green am I?