Found some shade.
They say Southern California is beige.
While climbing out of some stinking hot desert canyon I imagined my legs and poles as steam engine wheels. The motion and momentum made my mind wander to the little train that could and soured the whole ordeal.
Before the internet, trolls lived under bridges. Troll, Mr. Sandals, and Princess sipping soda under the train bridge.
Mountains make me move. Not the other way around.
Dinner for one.
I was there the other day.
My awesome parents met me on the trail in Big Bear. They had some fine IPAs in the platabus - I think that means they love me.
Met Slack and Tea by a soda stash shortly after the caged stunt animals. They're from Rhode Island. They were asking about their buddy Spirit Fingers who side tripped up San Janicito Mountain. Tea needed new shoes. Slack studied adventure leadership and did a semester hiking and exploring India.
Fig Newton + Couch = Heaven
Big Bear behind my bag.