As Linda mentioned a few minutes ago on G-Chat, my posts lately have been a bit "somber." I think she meant "depressing," but she is too polite to say so. I guess she has a point, so it is with some pleasure that I announce that I have an adventure a'brewing. Two days hence, I and my outlaw brigade will set out from the urban streets of Los Angeles to wage bloody war on the mountain crags and dark forests of Kings Canyon National Park.
We will leave the noise, stress and chaos of the city for the sweet silence of the California high country. We are well-equipped with flasks filled to the brim with medium-grade whiskey, obnoxiously large knives that we will have no use for, hearts full of grit, and motivated (strangely) by the soundtrack of Rihanna's "Hey Mr. DJ."
I don't want to go too much in detail, as I am sure that I will be writing a trip recap afterward, but suffice to say, there is one 12,000 foot pass on the first day, and plenty of 13,000 and 14,000 foot peaks in the vicinity of our base camp. We will almost assuredly see a few marmots, and I am really hoping for a bear-free trip. Bears scare me. Fortunately, I am armed with Ally's "I love bears" good-luck t-shirt. I believe this will keep me safe. Sadly, she has not made an "I love Mountain Lions" shirt, and this worries me.
In any case, I need to pack all of this stuff from my living room floor to my backpack, but I has a procrastination. Besides, I'm not leaving for another whole day or two. I will get in touch upon our safe return.