Oliver Lee State Park is an extremely comfortable place to stay. I've been here twice, and each time left feeling much better than when I arrived. Shelters are nicely arranged to provide maximum comfort; please enjoy photos of my temporary home:
|Betty was my dear friend.|
I peered just beyond the sign and saw the trail ascend something like: /
This is a short, fairly easy (but not wheelchair-accessible) hike through unexpected lushness in the desert.
I met Wolfgang in the park, and he kindly invited me for coffee. He suggested we take a walk, and since I had already told him my Dog Canyon story, we took the riparian route.
Wolfgang is from Bavaria, and we talked about idioms. We have skeletons in the closet, Germans have corpses in the cellar. Theirs makes more sense to me. I always pictured the skeleton tumbling out every time I went for my coat, getting tangled in the hockey gear, decomposing into the picnic basket. His English is almost perfect, and I speak mostly American. I probably insulted him twenty times accidentally - it was only my ravishing good looks that got me forgiveness and an apres-hike beer.
|Go home, Bee. You're drunk.|