Sunday, July 15, 2012

hikes are always exciting

I love hiking, but I don't make the time to do it much. You might not think of Los Angeles as a prime hiking destination, but it's really a hiker's gold mine. Because the city is surrounded by mountains, no matter which direction you head, you will hit a hiking trail (unless you go west, in which case you will just get wet.) 

While Mr. P. was at camp last week, I took a friend hiking in Temescal Canyon, just off of Pacific Palisades. We did a 4-mile loop that gave us some amazing lookout points! 

After recently finishing Cheryl Strayed's incredible autobiography, "Wild", which recounts her adventures hiking all 1,100 miles of the Pacific Crest trail solo, I figured I could handle 4 puny miles. 

On our way down the hill a family was stopped at the bottom yelling, "Snake!" at us at the top of their lungs. In my panic, I created a whole scenario in my head that involved a killer rattlesnake slithering just under my foot (I think I've been reading too much Harry Potter lately) so in fear,  I grabbed my friend and we both just started shrieking as though we were being attacked by a pack of mountain lions. 

Clearly, I am good in a crisis. 

Once the family politely informed us that the snake was nowhere near us, but rather, descending down the cliff next to us, we got to watch all 4 feet of the red king snake . They're non-poisonous snakes that actually eat rattlesnakes (see, it was protecting us from the killer rattlesnakes.)

Perhaps I should have spoken to it in parseltongue?

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