We get rattlesnakes here.
I know a lot about rattlesnakes.
Growing up in Southern California,
My parents made damn sure I knew/understood rattlesnakes.
(My family hiked in local canyons/mountains almost every weekend.)
I’ve seen many rattlesnakes in my life. I’ve had rattlesnakes in my yard, on my driveway, etc., etc.
Almost stepping on one, can get a person’s heart racing.
Yesterday, Briefcase and I decided to go for a hike in Laguna Canyon.
Southern California is sort-of a brown place … it used to be all desert, after all.
Greenery takes RAIN, and we don’t get much rain here.
(Out-of-state visitors always comment on how not-green it is.)
We got rain last week, though – so we have green right now.
Lots of green.
And lots of yellow!
We wanted to hike in it.
Photo: Laguna Canyon. Wild mustard plants make the canyon bright yellow/gold!
It was a very pretty, beautiful, fun, hike.
(Well, except for the part where my husband chose to steer us off onto a second trail. Trail #2 had a stretch that goes three miles straight up. And yes, I really do mean STRAIGHT up!)
I think I’m allergic to all the wild mustard blooming right now. It makes our scenery so beautiful – yellow, bright, cheery … and – achoo!
Photo: Mustard plants are everywhere!
There’s pure gold in our hills, and that gold is wild mustard!
Of course, there were a lot less mustard plants at the top of the mountain(s).
(Am I rambling?)
No one really cares about the top of the mountain, do they?
The important thing to note is –
I was at the top of the mountain!
Photo: View from the top of Laguna Mountains (looking back/away from the ocean).
As we came back down the trail,
Something suddenly moved right under the spot where I was about to put my foot down.
I took this unfocused photo:
Photo: Rattlesnake on trail in Laguna Canyon.
I’m so ashamed of the bad quality of the above photo.
At the same time,
Who in the world runs after a slithering rattlesnake (she almost stepped on), just to photograph it?
(AND THEN FORGETS TO FOCUS THE CAMERA AS SHE’S CHASING IT?)
If you look closely, you can see the rattle at the end of his/her tail.
It rattled its rattle at me.
I texted the encounter to a friend moments later:
Just encountered a rattlesnake while hiking in Laguna Canyon! It was bigger than a dinosaur and [Briefcase] screamed like a girl!! Or maybe I did? He was hiding behind me. It rattled its asshole rattles at me!
I would never tell you if Briefcase really did scream, or hide behind me. (He’d be so embarrassed if something like that really happened.)
Eventually we got back to where we started.
The beginning of the trail where they put up all those ridiculous warning signs (so nobody sues the city because they got hurt exploring nature).
Photo: Rattlesnake warning sign. (Not my hand!!)
After the rattlesnake encounter, I needed a few minutes to regain my sense of calm.
The ocean is my soul re-charger.
By the way,
I really hate it when people take pretty photographs and then ruin them with cheap, trendy, filters, don’t you?
Photo: Laguna Beach
Who does that?
(What a waste of a perfectly beautiful photo …!)
I must still be a little rattled!
(har de har har!!)