MURPHY’S RANCH aka THE NAZI CAMP

“Tomorrow we hike down to The Nazi Camp!” I tell my friend who has just flown in from Vancouver.

It’s Fall and she’s got to get out of the rain. L.A. is where she chooses to be for a few days. It’ll keep her warm, dry and a little bit happier to be somewhere different.

She scrunches up her nose at me mentioning the “Nazi”part; a typical reaction expected any time after Hitler let loose on the world. Nevertheless, after way too much rain, she’s up for anything. Especially a hike. Also, I sense she may be a tad curious.

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