Our nephew hatched a plan to borrow his mom’s Lexus and drive us up the coast, “Something purely California.” But first we had to read the Los Angeles Times, The New York Times and the Wall Street Journal. By the time we finished those and a few pots of coffee the whole family was on board, or what’s left of it. We packed a lunch of leftovers from the post memorial service gathering and a bag of plumcots, the plum apricot hybrid.
We travelled out Sunset Boulevard through Malibu while Peggi’s sister studied a map of hiking trails and we gawked out the window at the surfers and campers and funky bungalows along the coast. We stopped at Mugu in the Santa Monica mountains and left the air conditioned car for a three hour looped trail that was supposed to follow a creek with a small waterfalls. The creek bed was dry as bone. I borrowed a hat, shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt from my brother-in-laws closet and we lathered up with #60 sunscreen. No one in the family is anywhere near size twelve so I did the three hour hike in my street shoes.
We carefully rationed our water and by the time we returned to the car were primed for a Bud Light toast to our brother-in-law but we forgot the cooler.
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