This is a recent short hike that I went on. It is up a canyon directly above where I live. It takes less than five minutes to drive to the trail head and about twenty minutes of hiking to reach this place. So, this is a nice, quick trek that I do quite often and I thought it was about time to share it with you all. This particular spot also has petroglyphs on a rock wall left by the native tribes in the area before the settlers came. The figures are simple and faded, as you can see, and most likely represent the mule deer of these mountains. Also, as mentioned in one of the videos, one of my friends fell down a portion of a waterfall in this canyon. He was trying to climb up the rocks along side the waterfall and his foothold was covered in dried moss. His foot was slightly moist and the combination of the moist shoe and moss led him to slip and fall. The falls where he fell are more like a death slide than a straight drop and he was stopped when he hit some rocks. That is a much longer and better story than I have time to tell here, though.
I also fell off of one of the smaller falls above the lower, big waterfall when I was only eight years old. My brother about shit himself because he thought I was going off of the big one right after the first drop. But, I clung to some grass and dug in my heels until my brother could get a tree branch down to me and pull me out. The area is nice, but you really can't mess around too close to the creek because of the steepness of the walls. Anyway, this is just a little something for you all until I can live a more interesting life and blog about that.
I wish, just for once, my life could be like a movie of my choosing. Really, I think I would like my life to be a cross between It's a Wonderful Life and KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park. My life seems to have hit a big slump, is what I'm saying. So many extreme things have happened to me that my life has resembled a movie, I guess. But those movies suck and usually tank at the box office. Anyway, I'm having a moment of regret about parts of my life. When I do this to myself it isn't good. What purpose does this self bashing do? Maybe I like it. Yes, I'm sick like that.
Forget you read this post and go watch the smoking baby on Youtube. Toodles.
Although he may not exist in real life, the world needs him: The Hiccup Man. His hiccups never cease. He uses his super-megaphone to broadcast his message in major metropolises around the world. "HIC! HIC! HICCUP!! HI-COUGH!!! THE END OF THE WORLD IS NIGH! HICCURP!!!!!!!!"
Oh, you probably thought that he'd cure your hiccups or something like that. Yeah, that would be cool too. I guess he could just sneak up on people and scare the shit out of them and have a ready supply of paper bags. It makes sense that he cannot be cured of his hiccups because he must have some sort of tragedy that caused him to be the way he is. I think it had something to do with a warm Dr. Pepper and witnessing the murder of his parents.