... had caught. This was it, are summer vacation, finally it was time to get out of the intense heat and bordom of Ridgecrest. We packed are bags, grabbed are fishing poles, loaded the camper and were on are way. Our drive lasted for four very long hours before we got to the Postpile campground. We hitched are camp and made ourselves right at home knowing we would be there for a while. We could'nt ask for better weather, the sun was blazin and the temperature was an awesome 85 degrees for fishing the San Juaqin river. We found ourselves the trail that lead to the postpile, twisting and turning along the green, ...

... my efforts to look inconspicuous, I tripped and fell right next to them!! The blonde bimbo looked over at me and started laughing!! She got up, came over, and said "Ooops! Heh, that's MY bag." Okay, if she had been sincere, fine, I wouldn't have been so mad. But, well, if she had been any more fake, I'm sure she would have turned into plastic or something! Anyway, I got up, brushed off my legs, and with a little "hmph" I walked off. I sat down by the water and fantasized about how wonderful it would be if it were me with him. Soon though, in thinking that, my anguish turned into anger, and my anger into hatr ...