Fire Hazard PSA

Smokey Bear must've been pissed on Sunday. My friends and I decided on Saturday night that we should get our lazy asses out and go on a hike Sunday morning. Last time my friends and I went on this particular trail, we ran into Mountain Lions. They didn't attack us, but we were couple of yards away from the mother and her cub. Despite my friend's insistence to go closer to see the young mountain lion, we decided to haul our ass away from becoming lion lunch. Hence, we never got very far during our previous attempt. This time around, we encountered a different sort of hazard. The hike was uneventful until we were making our way down. I was cursing the pavement, as it was killing my thighs and butt with each impact.



Just as we made our way down, we were stretching our poor abused legs when I noticed a plume of smoke. All of us were captured in awe by the smoke that we stuck around for much longer than we should've. Once we heard the sirens of approaching fire trucks, it occurred to us that perhaps we should stop being rubberneckers and get moving.



Two hours later, the fire was on the news. Good thing we turned around when we did, or else we might have been in trouble that was just as unpleasant as getting mauled by a mountain lion.

Something tells me that we just have bad karma when it comes to this particular trail. After mountain lions and a wildfire, I'll think twice about returning there. What next? Being struck by lightning? Boulders falling? Ravenous birds carrying West Nile Virus? The possibilities are endless.