Found at the base of the northwest corner of the Bastille on 5/28: a bunch of gear

Describe it and it's yours.

A small, purple backpack with:

one half eaten package of gas station jelly beans
assorted junk food wrappers
ziplock of moldy orange and banana peels
roll of athletic tape (new)
roll of athletic tape (half used)
wire frame scratched-up sunglasses
Bic ligher (pink)
assorted tape gloves
guide book to Third Flatiron Bouldering Cavern and Drinking Hall, 6th edition

Close, but the lighter was actually green. Sorry./;-)

dog-eared copy of Rules for Radicals by Saul Alinskey
A volume of the Harvard Law revieiw
Fodor's Travel Guide and Rankings to Chicago Projects
A faded Indonesian birth certificate
An authentic looking, but smeared, Hawaiian birth certificate
Code to "The Football"
a 13 digit international phone number for a "Hamhid Arrafat"
A remote zapper that silences the target for up to two hours,
coded for a device fitted to Joe Biden.

Oh...it was all in a flawless, brand-new appearing Arc'teryx Bora 80 Backpack

• a custom, home-made bottle digging probe that doubles as a good weapon to shove up someones arse if they jump in front of you.
• a few very crumpled up *Why You Can Trust The Bible*, and *you're going to burn in hell-like* flyers that didn't make it to our recycle bin that those poor, young robotic boys put on our doorknobs on a daily basis.
• a few pretty rocks, and OMG! that one looks just like an arrowhead, how'd that get in my pack? (kidding), and some broken amethyst glass at the bottom of my pack. (not kidding).
• a lizard noose (homemade, of course)
• a smushed,or smashed (tastes the same) but still edible, longer shelf life than they claim, Smuckers Uncrustables peanut butter flavored grape jelly sandwich (whole grain, because I like to eat healthy)
• a floppy string cheese that has seen better days, and tastes, and smells more like limburger than mozzarella. (Fun to play with: I always forget to bring the plastic googly eyes though-so cute, Mr. Cheese all floppy-woppy, and looks all drunk, and stoned, and smellin like a dirty hippie climber, and all.)
• three headlamps, two of my own, and Jonny's I grabbed by mistake running out the door. Ooopsie!

...in a red, beat up Osprey backpack with multiple holes, and tears on the bottom from all the scared as hell, I mean bad-ass butt-sliding I've done downclimbing steep slabs in the middle of nowhere this past year.

Almost forgot, and a *smoking Indonesian baby*. He really grows on you.

Dirty Gri Gri, or is it GiGi wrote:and a *smoking Indonesian baby*. He really grows on you.

heh!

Is there a problem with picking up an arrowhead?

Calirado wrote: heh! Is there a problem with picking up an arrowhead?

Depends where you find it I think. In the Southwest, there may be more limits on collecting. In the midwest when you turn over the dirt in a farm field, it's yours to toss or keep.