For a while now we've been working on the Penasquitos Canyon Hall of Fame, a list of 135 caches in or near Penasquitos Canyon. If we find them all, we'll get our name on a list, and maybe even get a little certificate if we attend next year's awards dinner. There are several Hall of Fame lists for San Diego, but Penasquitos Canyon is (a) fairly close to home (b) a fairly short list and (c) not so strenuous as to be completely impossible for us to complete. We're about halfway done; it'll be a while before we complete it, but we've done some of the toughest caches already and I think we'll make it to the end eventually.
Last Sunday we took a six-mile hike along the floor of the canyon, to the waterfall and back.
The first cache was called "Hey, What's That Doing Here." Upon finding the cache, we had to say the same thing.
Doesn't look like there's a waterfall anywhere near here...
Cache the size of a peanut butter jar, says the description. But where is it?
How to open a bottle.
Hey, there's the waterfall!
It's just a little waterfall, splashing over a few rocks. But I was surprised to see there was still water here at all in August.
Quite refreshing after walking a few miles. (My knees were scraped up from crawling out of that culvert the previous day.)
On we went, to find two caches down a narrow gully.
Wild-growing... um... whatever that is.
We only found one of those two caches, but we had to give up and move on. We had a lot of ground to cover.
Someone had been arranging rocks near a cache site. Couldn't find the cache; perhaps the rock-arrangers came across it.
Now that's a descriptive sign.
Cache called "Death Hill." Not that deadly, but I did come up on the wrong side of a gulley, so I had to climb up past the cache and come at it from above.
Back across the creek (which we first crossed at the waterfall) and to the car. Long day, but rewarding: we found 18 caches and cleared out a nice stretch of canyon.