Today, I got up and went hiking. First, I realized I had no flimsy backpack. I have a computer backpack, and a really expensive brand-new shmancy backpacking backpack for all you people out there who are dying to take me on a backpacking trip... BUT I had no flimsy backpack. The kind that you need to carry granola bars, water, and your car keys. So I went and bought a pinkish vinyl one on sale at Ross for like 10 bucks. And it carried my granola bars just dandy. I had to of course go buy granola bars from trader joes, cause all I have at my house is strawberries and beef and some runners GU. 

I hiked the Beaudry North Motorway. It's a fire road. I almost got to the peak and then freaked out about mountain lions about a half mile from the top.  I had been at a fork and had used the iphone to see which path I should take and I accidentally read about some mountain lion spottings earlier this month on the trail I was on. So of course I was all, 'I've already decided to die a slow death-by-smog so this choose-your-own-adventure life is going back down the mountain'  So my hike was all panic and no conquest. (i still got maybe 4.5 miles  in total, half with a decent climb) I then came home and researched bear and mountain lion attacks for 4 hours. List of all reported attacks in CA. So it turns out you are more MUCH more likely to be killed by a deer than a mountain lion. Like only 13 puddy tat attacks have been fatal in the last 100 years and the vast majority were on children and solo-hiker women under 5'6''...wait a minute....the puddy tat does want to eat me. If only I had three inches more of terrifying humanness . Maybe if I had a bouffant and a batman cape I'd feel safe like a normal person. Regardless, though, kitty critter attacks are extremely rare in anyplace excepting my sister's apartment which BTWay, I left from last week with a punctured and torn nose from when that stupid gray cat landed on my face in the middle of a fight with that stupid orange cat.

So a cool thing happened too!. I didn't see a single hiker on the way up the mountain. But on the way down I see a Doberman trying to dragging a tall mountain biker up the trail. And I was all 'that looks like the dog at my house...wait! it is!! So it was really strange that the only other person I saw on the trail for the duration was the people i live in the same house with. are you ready for it..."small world isn't it." You thought I would spare you from cliches but no. hahahahaha. sucker.