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11:00 pm oulangi [Link]	Oh god, so tired. After my meeting/job extravaganza I had all this energy and decided that taking the dog hiking would be a good idea. Actually, back up – I also found out I was working at 6am tomorrow (Never, ever do favors for friends. Ever. No really, when friends ask you to cover for them? Tell them your granny DIED or else you’ll be getting up at 4:30 AfuckingM to hurry up and hold an extension cord) so I thought a nice hike might tire the insane monster out. Well, having such a happy excess of energy I decide to go the DOUBLE hard way: down the western ridge and up the eastern one. That’s about 4-5 miles with about 1000 foot incline. Well somehow* I ended up on the lower canyon trail. Somewhere down there was a choice between left and right, and I took the wrong one. It LOOKED like a trail. It was in fact a mud slide from our recent rains, more or less hardened and cleverly disguised as a trail. And so up I went. I should mention, I have this pathological drive to NEVAR QUIT. So up and up, and it keeps getting more and more steep. This is an off-the-beaten path anyhoo, so literally there were men lurking in the bushes. So NOT kidding. I think maybe they were communing with nature, but still as a woman if you’re hiking in the wild park and you see a man lurking in the bushes? You’re not going to be happy. So up and up, and it keeps getting steeper and steeper. This picture DOES NOT do it justice. It was steeper than any path I’ve ever been on. If I was skiing it would be a black diamond. I realized eventually that NO it wasn’t a path, but then I did that weigh-y thing. On the one hand I can climb down (past creepy bush men who I *hope* were doing Yoga. Otherwise those contorted positions are even weirder) OR keep going-how-much-higher-can-it-be? And because it was a dried mudslide the earth was unstable. As I got closer to the top I was on a 80+ degree angle. I couldn’t get a firm footing anywhere, I kept sliding. My poor dog: all he wanted was to lie down, but he’d sit to rest bracing his paws and slowly slide down. I was crawling on all fours, digging into loose dirt with my hand, hanging onto roots when I was lucky enough to find one. I LIKE rock climbing, but DAMN I hadn’t intended on doing that today. We finally get to the top and realized we’d climbed all the way to cloud point. Probably a good 600 ft of mudslide. Friday I did a party for the Tom of Finland foundation. I had fun. It was held at Tom’s Silver/wood house, and was a temple to leather and pretty boys. My favorite was the pissing fountain that was activated by flushing the toilet. Then Saturday (I think) I was randomly on the Warner Ranch and saw this: Which I had to snap a pix of. It seemed do forlorn rusting away in the corner. *because I’m an IDIOT who apparently thinks looking up a map on the internet = knowing where I’m going
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