We'd all heard of a secret shortcut through the desert wildlife refuge that led to the Walmart parking lot, but so far no one had actually been able to map it out. I was riding a quad through some chaparral and inadvertently wound up discovering the elusive coveted route.
It was somewhere in the area of where the terrain changes from chaparral to lower foothill pines. But whether there was some kind of forgetfulness spell that won't let you remember the details, or whether every cactus and pine tree just look alike, making written directions impossible, I don't know. I just know that once I'd arrived at my destination, I had a hard time recounting just how I'd gotten there.
I was attempting to befriend some frightened birds who were feeding on McDonald's leftovers under a stone table in the outdoor dining area when reality intruded, and I found myself awake.
I gotta get an early start today, so I can't ponder the insignificance of my mindless reverie.
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