
After an exhausting 625 feet of altitude gain, the 20-foot-high kiln stood before us like a priapistic erection, uncanny and immovable. I know what you're thinking, and the answer is yes, it is.
The trail was clear, except for an occasional mud hole and the big pile of shit that Cody's Boston Terrier, Rosco, so generously bestowed upon us. Not to mention the dribbles of urine he deposited every 25 feet, marking the trail like the Seagulls from Finding Nemo, "Mine. Mine. This is mine."
Overall, it was a enjoyable 2 hour hike. The best part, we were only 25 minutes away from Ixtapa burritos.
-Patrick

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