After a Saturday morning crunch session with Asilomar's
carving crew, I shot the One south for a flipflop walk
along the Garrapata trail. Coming to a fork in the road,
I went left. Wrong move. A dozen or so yards up the path,
a couple of hippies were baking buns in a bluff...in the buff.
While I am thankful they weren't roasting weenies, it was still
a sight my weekend could have done without.

And no, I did not document the experience on film. Use your
imagination if you must.