Sunday 14 May, 2006 at 3:06:00 pm
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I was hanging out on the roof with my friends last night when Andrew decided that we should go look at the fireworks over the bay from above Hampton. An easy hike up, he insisted, and a great view. So (in spite of the fact that both Davids insisted that they were too tired from the track meet for board games) we decided to follow Andrew up the hill to look at view he knew about.
What he neglected to mention was the fact that it was a nearly vertical hike up to the spot, and that the trail was completely overgrown with nettles. Somehow, by the light of our cell phones and David G.’s house key, we managed to make it up the hill. Only David K. sustained any serious damage. And he was right - the view was pretty spectacular. Of course, by the time we got to the top the fireworks had ended, but we agreed that it was still worth the trip. David G. thought that we should do something stupid in honor of the occasion, so we all made use of what is possibly the most breathtaking toilet to be found in the Bay Area (the hillside, that is). And fortunately, there was an easier way down on a paved road. Or so we thought.
Coming to the end of the grassy area at the top of the hill, we realized that we were in fact fenced in by a locked gate and barbed wire. We could only imagine what the signs on the other side of the gate said - “Trespassers will be shot;” “Danger - Superfund Site.” At any rate, we were now cold, tired, and ready to go home. Though unable to find the path we had come up, we knew we could just head down the hill and we would come to Moraga. Oops.
We spent about forty minutes stumbling around in the brush, with periodic interruptions from my sister and David K.’s. “Hi, we’re at Fenton’s right now. Should I get chocolate or strawberry?” “Gee Christine, I don’t know. I’m pinned to a bush right now - can I get back to you?”
Eventually the drainage we were following dumped us out above the skate park, and then all we had to do was hop a couple fences to get back to the road. We stumbled into my house around eleven, covered with dirt and sweat, bleeding and itching where the plants got us. Not a bad way to spend an evening.
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