Ah, Wilderness

I knew I didn't want to go to that picnic. My mom & I were invited to a picnic being held by staff from the place she used to work part-time as a graphic designer. For some reason, I found myself dreading it.

On Thursday night, my mom started looking up how to get there. That was when I found out the picnic site was located within a sort of wilderness area: by the American River, filled with coyotes, hawks, mountain lions (!), rattlesnakes, and the like. And so, of course, it was gonna be a little hard to get to by public transit.

But we looked at the maps, knew we'd have to walk a litttle, and decided we'd be alright. Friday morning, we set out at 8 am. We got out to the area and began walking through a residential neighborhood. We planned on following the river (there's supposed to be a bike trail there) up to the picnic area.

We got super lost, hit several dead ends, had to walk on all these hard to see dirt paths (Did I mention I hate, hate, hate nature?), and basically hiked for over 2 long hours. By the time we FINALLY found where we were going, my mom and I were incredibly exhausted.

But the picnic was fun (except for the bees), and my mom got great news: she's most likely being re-hired as a graphic designer!

Then came the trip home. On the way home, I suddenly got sick to my stomach. We made a stop in downtown Sacramento, and got on the bus to Davis. While on the bus in Davis, I once again felt sick. I got off the bus fairly far from home and ran to a park bathroom. But this meant that I had to walk all the way home. And I was already soooo tired!

By the time I got home, around 45 minutes later, I was exhausted, still felt sick, and I had a sunburn. I have since sworn never to go outside again, especially to anywhere remotely wilderness-y. Since I have to go to church tomorrow, I guess staying inside is out of the question. But I'm never going on a picnic again!