Catalina, Hiking, and a Corona Margarita
This weekend I set sail for Catalina Island with E.
(SIDENOTE: “E” is my boyfriend and will be referred to as such for his privacy.)
We took the ferry from Long Beach, along with some Dramamine pills, and were excited for the following things:
- Bison
- Bison
- Bison (!!!)
Unfortunately, we quickly discovered that in order to see these wild Bison—which were left on the island after a film shoot—you have to trek at least 10 miles into the island’s corridor.
That wasn’t going to happen for the following reasons:
- I’m not that athletic.
- E would have to carry me.
- Again, not athletic.
With that in mind we decided to travel around some different hiking trails.
The first day we walked to the botanic gardens which, as one Yelp reviewer so aptly put it, is filled with cactus, cactus and more cactus. Though, to be fair, there are other things there, like this monument oddity dedicated to the Wrigley family.
The second day we managed a longer hike in which we spotted deer, a tiny lizard, and how the world will end. (That last bit occurred when I became deliriously dehydrated.)
Luckily, though, we ended each day with a good long spell of drinking. One such drink was a Corona margarita that I will be missing very much this week.
I think this question has an obvious answer, but nonetheless: Jealous?
