The California Fire Fell On Me.

As we drove to the Northwest corner of the state for some delicious camp action, we inadvertantly drove into the fire that is consuming almost all of the entire west coast of the United States of California's beautiful natural resources (tree). And then the fire fell on us when we drove under it. Here is a picture of the offending flames:

Moments after this picture was taken, a hail of molten stone and flaming sticks rained upon our vehicle and further deepened my lifelong fear of fireworks. If you come across these flames, please notify the authorities. The rest of the trip can be summed up thusly...

blah blah blah redwoods blah blah blah coastline blah blah blah swimming in natural whirlpool blah blah blah campfire blah blah blah alcoholic campsite neighbors arguing until 4 am blah blah blah mountains blah blah blah and then this happened:

Apparently D. has butts on his knee.