Oh summer. I love that you allow us kids to actually do things we love. You allow us to figure out things, to experiment, to make connections, to find ourselves, to screw up. To take chances. To explore the world, to explore ourselves.
So Friend PD and I went out on a run. An adventure run, we call it. The original plan was to run to the beach, but I caved because I was too tired and out of shape (hey, it’s been 3 months!)
Our adventure run took us down to a creek. It continued along the creek, until we noticed a side path shooting into the hills.
Since we are over-confident idiots, we took that path. After a huge uphill that for some reason didn’t prompt us to turn back, we came across a huge crater. We passed by casually, over the hill, and down the steepest hill ever. After that, there was no way we were heading back. No way to go but forward, we said! It would take waaaaay too long to go back up the half mile up that hill!
We headed over 3 more hills before we started to get a little wary about finding our way back. We noticed a golf course and set off towards it (keep in mind, we were deep in the mountain/canyons, and we were nowhere near anywhere familiar.) Now, this golf course is an exclusive golf course, in an extremely exclusive neighborhood, and in the middle of nowhere. I’d never even seen it, just heard of it. It was like a legend.
And it really was. After hopping some fences, we stumbled out into the most beautiful golf course ever. It looks like a castle. Legitly. There’s like 3 bridges leading across the mountains and canyons towards it, and there’s a gate with those pointy flags like in those medieval movies. It even had turrets. We approached a group of men and asked for directions.
Ok, right here, imagine how we looked. We pushed our way through some pretty spiky bushes, so there’s random twigs and leaves stuck to us. We’re covered in dirt streaks, drenched in sweat, red-faced, and just a total mess all around. Add that to the fact that we came out of nowhere, from the wilderness surrounding the golf course…well, the man was pretty suspicious looking.
He pointed towards the clubhouse, which, annoyingly, was on a huge hill. Once there, we turned into a random door, and scared the living daylights out of the bartender, who was alone in an oddly quiet bar. Like, no one there. Once we explained why we were trespassing and how we got there, he gave us water and directions.
When we left, we were absolutely dying of laughter. The whole situation was just so hilarious and ridiculous.
The kicker? it was another 7 miles home. We even tried hitchhiking in desperation.
After that, though, we sobered up a bit. I think the heat and exhaustion finally got to us.
When the road finally spit us out onto a road we recognized, we couldn’t stop laughing. We were just so tired, and the situation was so insane. We dragged ourselves homeward. Some kids handed out free lemonade to us and I swear they were angels from god. We trudged up the stupid hill to my house (I swear, when I grow up, I refuse to live on a hill. It sucks for school, it sucks for running, and it’s a pain.). We collapsed on my driveway and lay there until one of us started cackling hysterically until we just sat there, looking ridiculous, flat on the floor, cracking up.
The final tally? 13 miles through the wilderness, 5 ounces of water, and 3 hours.
At least we’ve got a story to tell.