When I first moved to LA, people started recommending me “all the great hikes here I simply had to do” – to which I would smile and then silently file in my “thanks but not for me” drawer.
To me – hiking was basically the opposite of an activity I would enjoy. Something for those who owned “gear.” I thought it was laden with rattlesnakes, mountain lions, and cliffs – none of which existed on my fair and gentle isle in Canada.
young, wild, and tidy. 