This past week I caught the nasty flu that's been going around. It's the sickest I've been all year and I was stuck in my bed for three days. By the end of day 2 I was starting to go crazy not being able to be around people or go outside. By day 4 I didn't care how I felt I needed to do something, anything.
I am very much the type of person who wants to get in the car and drive anywhere, I don't care how far, to do and find new things whenever I have more than 2 days off in a row. Lucky for me right now, this happens a lot. Unluckily for me, not everyone has the same philosophy about this as I do. Every once in a while though I can throw some people in the car and head off on adventures. I'll take it.
After I (kind of) got over my sickness we headed up to LA to go and find the cave of munits. Looking at the mountain from the outside you would never guess the little hole in the rock leads to a cave. We climbed some rocks and got inside the cave. As soon as we got into the cave I remembered I am terrified of bats. I heard something flying above me and quickly curled up into a little ball and had a baby panic attack. It was pigeons. I obviously got made fun of but the pigeons scared everyone so jokes on you guys! They make terrifying noises (way louder in a cave) and pop out all over the place. Those things move fast. We were able to climb up on top of the cave and climb around on more rocks and get scared by more pigeons. And yes, it was worth the three hour drive to see a cave (anyone else who feels this way, be my friend).
Hate you pigeons.
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