Since it's been over a month now since we went, I am just going to dump a bunch of pictures on you. Suffice it to say, it was a lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon. What was less lovely was the Wednesday morning that I spent at the DMV after losing my license on the aforementioned Sunday afternoon, but that is another story entirely. Anyway...the M.A.S.H. set was cool.
I want a horse.
After about a six mile hike, it was swimming hole time. For Tom anyway.
{debating} |
{going for it} |
I was just going to warn you to avoid doing a Google image search for Hot Lips Houlihan because time, or more accurately, the plastic surgeon, has not been kind to her, but then I thought, I've seen it, and I shouldn't have to suffer alone. Avert your eyes if you don't want to tarnish your memory of Nurse Houlihan.
Ah, we can't go out like that. Happily, Hawkeye has aged much more gracefully.
To sum up, go to the Malibu Creek State Park. Do not do Google image searches of tv hotties from the late seventies.
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