A few days ago Bub and I decided that we wanted to go hiking. We were set on Point Mugu again when we realized we weren't quite in shape to scale that beast of a mountain, so we chose another trail closer to home. We ended up at Ocean Trails Reserve. You have to trek through a particular president's golf course to get to the trail that we went but it was worth it.
Once we hit the bluff we took the trail to the left. It's unpaved, rocky, and the last five words on the precautionary sign read "proceed at your own risk". As soon as I saw that, I knew there was no way that Bub was going to go on the other 'safer' trail, so down we went.
Of course I ended up picking up some trash. You guys, mylar balloons are NOT the business, they're cute for all of five minutes but when you release them, they almost always end up in the ocean. Also, there seems to be a lot of crab/lobster pots that wash up along this particular stretch of the beach so I've been trying to brainstorm a way to bring them up the narrow trail.
Secretly, I was hoping that I'd be able to find some rope to send off to Planet Love Life as a donation, and I did. Until it didn't want to budge from underneath the rock that it was stuck under. I asked Bub to try his hand at it and he couldn't do it either. I also hadn't even thought about finding any rope on our hike so we had no knife to try and cut it. "Leave it. That rope's not going anywhere."
Don'tTellMeThatThisRopeIsn'tGoingAnywhereBecauseThisRopeIsGoingWithMe! I found myself a sharp rock and soon just started hacking away at it. I mean, when I'm determined, I'm determined. Ha!
Overall we had fun though and I totally intend on going back to try and find more rope. Prepared for next time though, with a knife and some gloves.