And one, who had by reason of the cold
Lost both his ears, still with his visage downward,
Said: "Why dost thou so mirror thyself in us?
Thou shalt search through, and shalt not find a shade
More worthy to be fixed in gelatine!"
I wrote those words 700 years ago, when I was alive. I recall clearly still each moment of my descent into the Pit, where in the ninth level I witnessed the torment of traitors. They stand trapped in ice, a fate not likely to befall you here today.
In the year of Our Lord 2,010 I was dispatched to your Saddle Peak and Malibu Creek area. There, between the Memorial Day and the Day of Labor, my duty was to create a series of geocaches, before returning whence I came. Two of them have fallen prey to the construction of roads and have been replaced with new geocaches. Others have been replaced by me in the hope that I may lighten your miserable mortal existence with additional enigmatic diversions.
Today I have been able to return, again upon a holiday, this time the birthday of President Washington, to effect additional repairs and improvements.
Ever since I wrote La Divina Commedia 700 years ago, it has been my fate always to make difficult journeys. On another page I listed the obstacles I met in returning to Italy from a previous visit here. As soon as I had written that report I set out once more, as I will now recount:
Fearing the west traffic, I traveled southwest. There I found nothing. Seeking safe harbor I continued southwest before taking a central route to the southeast. After journeying to Hellandback, this central road led me at last to my Harbor by the Pacific. Thence I was able to sail home. But what have I done to be tormented so?
My treasure lies close to a path across public park land. Members of the public are forbidden to leave their carriages at the head of the trail. You may wish to approach on foot or in the coach of a friend. Before doing so, you should employ GeoChecker.com to verify your destination.