San Diego and fake winters.

So I like to act like San Diego actually has seasons. It doesn't. I'm pretty sure I like the idea of seasons, but I don't really know if I would like the whole shoveling snow bit. Nonetheless, every year about this time, which coincidentally is when classes get the most crazy, the weather gets slightly colder and if we're lucky we get San Diego's version of snow; really cold rain. Saturday was one of those days.

On Saturday, Julianna and I being hiking enthusiasts, decided hiking would be a good way to celebrate her birthday. We thought it only acting like it was going to rain, but we were wrong. We got to the halfway point of a 7-mile hike and the floodgates opened and it started pouring. Once at the top, the only thing that could be more romantic than a picnic/hike, would be trying to eat the aforementioned sandwhich as fast as possible before it became soggy. Overall a great success (although my trunk still has wet hiking boots in it).