For those hankering for a good yarn about another failed protein gathering expedition, I must beg for your patience. After determining that my insides trying to become my outsides was going to put a crimp on future adventures, I finally submitted to surgery. The last couple weeks have been spent recovering and I need to behave myself for at least another month. Although, binge watching TV and not wearing pants is really growing on me so the blog may permanently devolve into reviews of my favorite HBO shows and political rants... But for now lets step back to the happier times of late February:
We headed down to San Diego for a quick reminder of what sunshine feels like. Day 1 was gorgeous, Day 2 was going to be overcast, Day 3 was landfall of Typhoon Seattle. So planned accordingly and started the trip with the obligatory beautiful drive along the beaches and excellent guacamole before Kat mentioned that she wanted to try the Ho Chi Minh Trail. I didn't have the heart to tell her that probably wasn't something we could reach by car. Turns out there is a local landmark that bears zero resemblance to the jungles of Laos with the possible exception of disgruntled surfer dudes toting their gear up and down the trial. The key is to have a couple witnesses along to watch doe-eyed while you heroically carry your board down the most impractical route to the beach, but not too many witnesses because that kinda ruins the whole narrative.
I feel their pain but sadly its just too cool to keep a secret. The whole thing has never been touched by a trail designer. Instead it relies on a small stream to cut narrow slots through the old dunes. You get single plank bridges, goat tracks along problematic drops, and a rope to set you down to the beach. This trail was not kind to the flip flop set. I can't be sure but I think we witnessed the end of several relationships as there was no shortage of meltdowns in progress. Anyways, there are a lot more pictures than I have words so here are the highlights:
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| I'm no geologist but that doesn't look great. |
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| If you are rich enough, you can build whatever the *%$# you want... At least back in the 60's |