I’m not sure whose idea it was, but we decided to celebrate the end of The Lopilla’s bachelorhood by getting blasted at Cuyamaca. How we made it through the night without a complaint or visit from the park ranger, I have absolutely no idea. The Lopilla was in fine form, performing a suspiciously fast transformation from stone-cold sober to vomiting and passed out. In honor of his marriage, we decorated him with pine needles and small children. I think we fished for about 15 mins. the next morning, and Lakshan caught a trout.
