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.
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?