My Hench Life: Part 2  Saturday: Lunch  Just south of the
Carquinez Bridge, we parked in the lot of The Dead Fish
restaurant. Someone from GC was handing out clues on the bridge
walkway, halfway out. Or so I hear. By the time Erik and Sarah
had jogged out to the middle, I'd just walked to the base.
Fortunately, the whole team didn't need to head out there; and
so we all headed back to the van so that the team could gather
around our next puzzle.  Thus we stood around in a parking lot
by the van's open back hatch. In the background were rumbles of
the freeway, the whistles of trains. But we focused on our
puzzle: a rubik's cube. It was scrambled; there were
crosswordish-clues on the squares. There was also a piece of
paper with some letters and numbers on it, each number with a +
or -.  There were a few minutes of minutes of wandering in
darkness before we figured out what to do. "Guys, you don't
think it's as simple as we solve the damn thing first?" "Maybe
the numbers are telling us how to rotate it." But s