Hiking Gear?

Tomorrow marks my first long holiday weekend in a while! (Memorial Day didn’t count for me.) One of our ideas was to meet up with friends (I’ve never met) and go find a swimming home from B’s book about swimming holes.

Here’s the thing. I don’t like this book. I’ve tried reading it, but the directions and map in this book are so vague that it stresses me out.  It’s like this guy was high while he wrote it, or really has never written directions before. Or maybe it was published before Google Maps were invented.

We did visit one of the swimming holes, but only because B had gone before so we didn’t really need to depend on the book. Plus, there was this crowd of frat guys there eating KFC, so it wasn’t like we were alone in the wilderness.

Whatever, it just stresses me out because I have this fear that we’re going to get lost and then die. Last time we almost did when we drove out to Hesperia for a naturally heated swimming pool, but then ended up driving down this sketchy dirt road for ages in the dessert. We finally turned around after we realized that the book wasn’t helping and the only way to the hot springs was down this even SKETCHIER dirt path and we didn’t have 4 wheel drive.

Anyway, last night B started “prepping” for the supposed 2-mile hike for tomorrow, and what do I find on the bed? FLINT AND A HEADLAMP.

Um, last time I checked, you don’t need to start a fire or wander around with a flashlight strapped to your forehead for a simple hike to go swimming. Or do you?? Why does it say ‘SURVIVE’ on the flint packaging? OMG WE’RE GOING TO DIE.

I’m so nervous. If this blog isn’t updated by Sunday, that means we’re lost and dead somewhere in the Southern Californian desert.