I tried to go to Lake Lillian in spite of nobody to go with me and thunderstorms overhead. I would have made it, too, except for the column of smoke rising off the slope. Surprisingly, T-Mobile (worst cell network EVAR) gave me service so I called the fire in and agreed to wait for the responders. Except they never came. Or they were the one guy on a motorbike that sped past me in spite of having a description of me and my car and knowing I was going to wait until I was contacted as instructed.
T-Mobile (did I mention they're awful?) then stole my phone's usefulness. I got bored waiting and headed down to the freeway, made another call, and found it was all under control. Hmph. Since I was there anyway, I drove up to Gold Creek Pond, which is usually reserved for epic snowshoe adventures to see what it looked like without snow. It was kind of nice. Except the mosquitoes. A nice stroll around the pond with Tokul became an all-out dash to save what little blood I had left.
Think I'm kidding? Even in the car I was being attacked and created a fair number of new stains all blood red. Blech.
By the time I got home to my empty house it was still way too early to go to bed and I had too little in the way of adventure. So I pulled out my fishing gear, hiked to the base of the falls, and caught a handful of little fish in the spray. The only downside was that Tokul couldn't come with me to the river since she (a) hates the rocks and (b) wouldn't have been at all pleased to hang out while I was fishing.
All told I wracked up four miles and 500 feet of gain. Next time I'm hoping for a little less adventure.
