A small container is hidden near The Chaparral Trail. Watch for thorns, briars and possible P.I.
In keeping with our music tradition we leave you with the lyrics to “Subterranean Homesick Blues” by Bob Dylan.
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It’s somethin you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten