Elk Don’t Serve Onion Rings
Posted by Moose on February 12th, 2008. Filed under: Photos, Travel.Have you ever taken a stroll on the beach, only to have it turn into an unwitting eight mile hike? Complete with gaping ravines, marshy swamps, waist-high brambles, and contemplations of cannibalism? No? THEN YOU HAVE NEVER HIKED WITH ME.
We drove out to Point Reyes on Saturday to walk on the beach and let the Vitamin D soak into our pasty faces. And found Adventure! Uncertain terrain! Wildlife that steadfastly refused to fetch onion rings! Join the drama queen in green sneakers as she answers the pressing question: Do or don’t I attempt to cross a ravine by balancing precariously on a bit of plastic pipe?
Accidental 8-Mile Hike: a Photo Essay
[Instructions (mainly for my mom): Above link takes you to photo number 1. Take a gander at the poor photography with mysterious dark splotch in every frame, marvel at the witty prose below it, then click the next photo on the right to continue the story. Click on each picture until you reach the end or get bored and wander off.]
February 12th, 2008 at 7:07 am
Makes me miss CA SOOOO much and our crazy adventures as kids through all the same kind of locations (more toward Almaden/Santa Cruz/Los Gatos but still..) Sigh one day I will live there again!
February 12th, 2008 at 7:30 am
I forgot to send you the turkey pictures! Turkeys should be in your inbox now.
February 12th, 2008 at 9:47 am
Thanks to your instructions, I actually got to see all the pictures!
Where was Meeka?!?!?
February 12th, 2008 at 2:00 pm
Dude. I’m going to read the photo essay tonight. I am all about reading your witty prose
February 12th, 2008 at 5:00 pm
Ooh, I want to hit up all the places in your pictures – so purty! And I don’t mind eight-mile hikes (intentional or accidental) – I’m running about that every day now, yikes.
February 12th, 2008 at 5:06 pm
No snakes? Or crocodiles? Not even a flesh eating mongoose? That’s not going to sell very well…
(Beautiful pictures though!)
February 12th, 2008 at 9:20 pm
Mom: We took the little car, so Meeka got left at home. Neither she nor I wanted her sitting on my lap for the three hour round trip. She could smell our infidelity though. She sniffed my jeans very suspiciously when we got home, like “YOU WENT SOMEWHERE FUN WITHOUT ME, DIDN’T YOU?”
Angella: Heh. I am now waiting for the inevitable blogger retribution. Where, when you refer to your writing as “witty prose”, you can’t write ANYTHING, witty or otherwise, for at least three months.
C&C: (Instead of Camel, I’m now going to start calling you C&C Music Factory) There are so many gorgeous spots in this area – plenty of good hiking.
February 12th, 2008 at 11:35 pm
Wow. That pipe is a lot higher than it looks. I’m glad I flipped through everything to see the other shot.
And I totally agree about the Neiman Ranch hot dogs.
February 14th, 2008 at 11:14 am
Once again, you have brightened my otherwise dreary office-job existence. Thanks! (and were the people in the tree naked?!) LMAO
February 15th, 2008 at 2:37 pm
Oh my, I’m laughing so hard right now! Thank you!
March 27th, 2008 at 5:48 pm
That was awesome.
I dated a guy a few years back who was the WORST trail leader ever. We used to call his hikes the Uphill Death Marches.
I was convinced we were destined to be eaten by hungry bears whilst wandering for hours, a mile from my car.
Now he is a mountain search and rescue(er?), so if you are hiking around the Seattle region and get lost, you are so screwed.
Sorry about that.