Margaritaville LbNA #23140 (ARCHIVED)
Owner: | Stinkerbell |
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Plant date: | Jun 19, 2006 |
Location: | |
City: | Hillsboro |
County: | Washington |
State: | Oregon |
Boxes: | 1 |
Found by: | honey pot |
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Last found: | Jun 5, 2014 |
Status: | FFFFFFFFFFF |
Last edited: | Jun 19, 2006 |
Margaritaville
From Aloha, 206th Street in Hillsboro is just one way to get to Cornell Road, which is my preferred way to travel to Chevy’s, where I always order the Fiery Hot Flautas and a frozen margarita.
I noticed this trail on my way to Chevy’s one day. It is maybe ¼ mile, and runs alongside Bronson Creek (I think).
Start at 20450 206th Street. Park close to the street, as the trail starts just to the south of this building. Once you’ve located the trail (there’s no sign), head down it. You will pass four walls, three benches, one bridge, and one staircase—not necessarily in that order. Once you’ve passed ‘em all, you’ll come to a fourth bench. Behind the bench is a wall, and behind the wall are two fir trees with a log lying next to the one on the left. Behind the tree on the left are a lot of prickly blackberries (I hope you wore your gloves) growing over a pile of dead branches. The box is sheltered beneath.
From Aloha, 206th Street in Hillsboro is just one way to get to Cornell Road, which is my preferred way to travel to Chevy’s, where I always order the Fiery Hot Flautas and a frozen margarita.
I noticed this trail on my way to Chevy’s one day. It is maybe ¼ mile, and runs alongside Bronson Creek (I think).
Start at 20450 206th Street. Park close to the street, as the trail starts just to the south of this building. Once you’ve located the trail (there’s no sign), head down it. You will pass four walls, three benches, one bridge, and one staircase—not necessarily in that order. Once you’ve passed ‘em all, you’ll come to a fourth bench. Behind the bench is a wall, and behind the wall are two fir trees with a log lying next to the one on the left. Behind the tree on the left are a lot of prickly blackberries (I hope you wore your gloves) growing over a pile of dead branches. The box is sheltered beneath.