|Larry R and Travis C|
|The Bug Man from the Gardening Shop|
So then we kept running. And running. And wondering. And wondering where the hell we were. Until we came upon a man behind a bush. This man showed not his face, nor his body. Just water from a hose was all we could see. I semi-yelled “Excuse Me! Where is Loma Alta park?” And the man behind the bush spoke to us in clear sentences as if he spoke to everyone from behind a bush. “Oh just turn right once your down the road”, he said with no discernable face or body parts. “Thank you man behind the bush” I thought to him as we continued running into our unfinished abyss.
From here we ran over a paved road with lots of turns and houses along the side. Finally, after battling heat, smog, flies, a bugman, self doubt, tsunamis, and a bushman, finally, we found our pot of gold.
But Travis, Larry and I never did see a rainbow!
wow , that sounds like such a GREAT time. Lucky!!!! So let me get this straight, hot , lost , tired , sore ,hungry ,thirsty , a million miles from home on a 3 day weekend with a bunch of smelly male strangers? Oh , now I get it. I understand the big picture . Good luck at A.C. Sounds like you there!
Sounds wonderfully miserable. I like, "a wrong trail that is lost is much better than a wrong trail that isn’t."
yes...we even discussed that Anon, that we could've been next to the pool having a cocktail. and it was indeed wonderfully miserable Asha.
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