Jeremy Lawrence sent this to me today!! As far as i am concerned this is what it all about.
Here it is:
I visited the LAX cache this afternoon (it was my first) and had a great time trying to track it down! I originally came at it from the residential side, but seeing the barbed wire I thought I was out of luck. While I stood there trying to avoid worrying the locals I remembered the rules about the stash being publicly accessible- I guessed I was approaching from the wrong direction and started walking back to the car.
Once I drove around and started to get close- I just started laughing because I realized there was no place to park, so I was close but not close, not that I expected to just drive up to the cache... anyway. Eventually I found a spot up near the university and walked the 1/2 mile back. On the way I spotted these LAPD stickers that must've been put up to remind the locals to be "on the lookout" for strange behavior around the airport perimeter. They were black and yellow and said "I.C.A.N. Identify, Challenge And Notify LAPD Airport Safety. I parked my car near a sign that had one of these stickers on it and started walking. A cop drove past. So here I was, interested, a little paranoid and half amused at the thought of how I was going to have to commando into the iceplant between a break in cars and joggers to scope out the goodies and unload mine. I checked my backpack and set my stuff up for fast removal.
As I approached the site I could see two pedestrians way ahead of me and heading my direction. I guessed I had about 5 minutes once I went off the sidewalk before they passed. I pretended to tie my shoe and waited for a break in traffic then scampered down next to the storm drain. I did a belly crawl up the side slowly back towards the sidewalk and spotted the cache! I crawled over to it and laid my receiver down next to the can- I realized my BRIGHT YELLOW backpack was sticking up out of the bushes so I took that off and laid it down under a bush. I pulled away the grass covering the can and opened it up. I was not prepared for how much stuff was in there! So, I start poking through and realize it's going to be a trick to get something out so I can put something back in, write my journal entry and boogie out of their without being seen by a passerby and thereby jeopardizing the cache. I start to take stuff out and explore... pretty soon I realize I'm daydreaming looking at all the sparklies and I've lost track of the time. I poke my head up- nobody on the horizon. I write my entry, grab my goody and close the can up. My contribution wouldn't fit in the can- but it was well sealed in several ziplocs so I tucked it in behind.
All around, a pretty fun Sunday afternoon. Hope you enjoyed my story as much as I enjoyed your stash site! If I set one up myself I'll let you know.