Monday, March 5, 2007

Another post, and a hike

I'm a lazy bastard. That's why this is my first post since january. Well. Today, I went on a little hike with my bro J and my friend Anders. There's a cool hill a mile or so from our house where you can see the whole city. But it's 600 feet high, so it's a good hike.
Anyways, us three went out. We stopped by the place known as Crap-E-Mart to buy some cheap candy, realized we had forgotten our water bottles, went back, started off again. I brought a thick wooden rod that could be used as a wooden sword just as well as a walking stick. It might have saved my life(leave you hanging...). We made various jokes and trash-talked each other while walking to the hill. What can you expect, we're teenagers.
So we got there, and walking through the forest, we found this homemade-looking dirt BMX run. From the graffiti on the trees, we deduced it was created by pig nazi biker cannibal snipers. That was our best guess.
We were walking along this little dirt trail when we found an arrow on the ground. It was made out of white powdery stuff, probably flour. J thought it was crack, but if people have crack they generally don't throw it on the ground. Anyways, it was pointing up a little side trail. It wasn't the way to the top, so I said we'd explore it on the way down.
However, as we continued along the trail, we found little piles of the same stuff. They were about the size muffin, I suppose, and there was like one every thirty feet or so. Nearing the top of the trail, there was another arrow, pointing to another small side trail. Only wthis one had "BM" written next to it in the flour stuff. Our curiosity got the better of us and we followed it. It wound along the edge of a cliff, and finally we reached the end. There was a big boulder here, with "BC" on it in spraypaint and then covered in the floury stuff. WTF?
The little trail ended up looping back to the big one, and right at the intersection there was a floury cross, or maybe an x, in the middle of the path. We continued along the main path, which came to and end. It looped up to some big church, and from there, we followed the road up. Anders and J had been going on about what a wimp I was, but ironically, they quit, like, 200 feet from the top of the hill. They turned around, and I had to follow them.
Eventually, with me berating them the whole way ("who's the wimp now? Huh?") we made it back to the cross. Then Anders, in one of his random moments of wierdness, walked straight through the foliage and started off into the trees. J and I heard something like "Hey guys! Check this out!" We followed and found him going along what could hardly be called a trail. It hugged the edge of the cliff, but Anders said, "I think this is the quickest way down." I replied with "I'm suing you if I die," and followed him.
We scrambled along, trying not to fall off, when we finally reached a drop of a good 40 feet. It was very rocky, and Anders was already climbing down it. J and I rolled are eyes and tried to follow. In the process, J managed to drop his $5.00 water bottle. It bounced down the rocks, taking along some pebbles, and we were confronted with the classic "looking-down-a-huge-drop-with-rubble-falling-into-the-void" movie camera angle. His bottle rolled into some ivy at the bottom. Anders was already down by this time, watching J's bottle roll.
Eventually we made it down, but I almost slipped once, and my wooden sword walking stick thing probably saved my life, as I thew it out to steady myself. J found his bottle, but we had forgotten about the 60-degree slope after the cliff. We ended up sliding and bouncing all the way down, to be confronted by the first arrow we saw--pointing to the cliff behind us. It was really wierd.
The rest of the time passed without incident, but with a lot of lame immature insults. Teens can be wierd (who doesn't know this?). Speaking of teenagers, we met some of the idiots skateboarding all over the steps at the elementary school. One of them saw my stick thing and said, in this really sorta whiny voice, "hey kid, wanna swordfight? I'll poke you all over!" I rolled my eyes and told him no thanks. Seriously, don't people like that have something better to do? But the sword thing does attract attention.
Anyways, that's what happened today. Coolness.

1 comment:

Magpie Ima said...

What a fine writer you are! I look forward to reading more about your adventures.