Our journey was eventfully uneventful, as is best. The direction was South. Turning off a country road, we had lunch in Hollister. We then followed a winding country road to a trailhead. Many monsters and beasts were spied along the drive, including, but not limited to: bobcat cubs, veal, and a pecker made of wood.

The trailhead lead to an alleged pond. Though sundown loomed in too few hours, we sought to martial-on through the shadowed, snow-dusted, and ice-puddled valley. I will now call this activity, Offensive Hiking. I was ready to turn back when we came upon a jawbone in the center of the trail. Onward, we finally happened upon a trail sign leading to the pond just as a man on a white horse approached from the other direction. We asked the Knight if the pond was far. He said no, but the trail was steep. We went a quarter of the way and opted to sun ourselves on some rocks. We partook of nature while some played hill-ball in the thistles.

Later, after Laser Tag at the Santa Cruz Boardwalk, we're driving home on U.S. Route One. Chicken says something such as, "I'm doing what I was put here to do, drive a bus full of people up the coast on a beautiful night, gazing at the sk..." and fireworks go off smack-dab in front of us. Not your run-of-the-mill Hat Magic, that.