Tiny Frogs and Tequila

Kato san was kind to lend me this riverside camping photo. You can't see it here, but her caption reads, "Can you find the frog?" Cappy and I were doubled over in giggles with her hilarious photo captions. But seriously, can you see the tiny frog?

A few weekend observations:

-The further out you get from the city, you start seeing obnoxious business names. Case in point: "Krazy Kreations." It is some kind of print and pixel shop off North 101. Anytime the letter C is replaced with a K, i get this weird feeling. It's just sick and wrong.

-Kato san, Trish, Cappy and i drove by a horrendous car wreck on Saturday afternoon. We were heading to the local Philo market for our French toast breakfast Sunday. Suddenly the traffic slowed to a dead stop. I could tell by the horrified faces of those in oncoming cars that an awful accident took place. As we got closer, we saw a man being carried to a waiting life flight helicopter. Nearby, his overturned truck lay disfigured. Another equally mangled car hunched over sadly on the opposite side of the road. For some it was a wonderful day hiking and lounging by a river. And for others it was a day of unforeseen tragedy.

-A Two Fingers Tequila party in 1991 put me me off tequila for good. Until this past weekend. Tara shared some amazingly smoove tequila that did not make me sick nor queasy. Instead, i felt herbal without the herbs, chatty, yet very spacy. Lovely.....

-We stood at the bottom of a humongous redwood tree. I had a senior pictures moment, one hand caressing the tree bark, the other hand thoughtfully under my chin in a "what does the future behold?" pose. It made me wonder why senior pictures were always so cheesy. And why those outdoor senior picture poses never made those pill poppin' pot smoking kids look innocent.

-The o-musubi campers were wonderfully pan-Asian. Quite nice--i am quite the cultural misfit. i'm never quite sure where i fit in, culturally speaking. Though i must say, given my chop suey ethnicity, i'm feeling more and more Korean as the years go by. i'm starting to feel insecure if i don't enjoy good kimchee on a semi-regular basis. i recently attended a KYCC benefit dinner and it brought me to tears. It was a combination of the to-die-for L.A. kalbi and that Korean energy that is both intriguing and strangely familiar. ...Oh, back to the list...

-Camping was wonderful. Needed the huge fix of fresh air before i land in grey Beijing in about 22 hours. Why have i not camped more in my life?