Here is what the trees of Mt. Laguna told me over the past 2 glorious, party-free days:
1. No matter how cool nights are on the weekends in San Diego, you gotta get out of dodge now and then. And just look at us-the trees.
2. You can hug us all you want, no one is looking.
3.You are smack dab inside of one of the best years of your life. Enjoy it.
4. People change.
5. Corn is best in salsa.
6. Bizzy Crizzy Camping Trizzy.
Lucky for us, getting out to the Cleveland National Forest can be done with about 2 hours of planning at 4am the night before departure. La Posta burritos are always a good start.
After quasi-brief stops at TJ's, Rite Aide and OB (duh), Heather and I took the good ole Shark on a trip out to the trees. One hour and one stop for overheating later, we were there. We usually camp at the Laguna site with its perfect access to the Pacific Trail, a small lake and a giant hikeable view of the canyons, but it is June and that place was packed. Instead, we tried Burnt Ranchiera's equally large site. After 5 rounds scoping the best, most secluded spot, we found #100. Tent up, my new airbed full, beer chilled, and Mia running around like the little nature dog she is; perfection.
The details of the trip are lost on the overall feeling: rejuvenation. Our plan was, as stated so perfectly to Michael Bolton in Office Space: "I did nothing. Michael, I did nothing at all it was everything I hoped it would be."
We solidified our next few weeks of absolute insanity-literally something fun to do every night in the next 2 weeks. We'll be in LA next weekend for Band of Horses and The Decemberists, Long Beach the next day for Sunday Funday with my crazy cousin Liz. By next Thursday we'll be up in San Francisco hanging with The Prayers, Vultures, Skullz in general, Chow Nasty, Encyclopediapictura Boys, and Naan-n-Curry.
Here are some pictures from the weekend:
2 comments:
i'm going up to LA for that show too. hit me up (natkardos [at] gmail [dot] com) if you want to hang before/after/during the show.
I like how all our camping pictures are of me and you at the forest bar...haha lets go camping tonight, we have tommrow off and Im getting really fucking sick of concrete...oh wait, labor day weekend, that means children will be afoot, fuck that!
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