As you might recall, Katie and I horned in on the guys’ plans to spend Saturday afternoon watching football at a Tex-Mex restaurant in Tilaran.
Sometime during the six hours they spent watching back-to-back football games, Katie and I got a little antsy and decided to go out and explore.
The guys enthusiastically approved our decision, almost as if they didn’t enjoy our constant chatter while football was on. Strange.
Fortunately, the 5 Corners Grill sits on a hill overlooking majestic Lake Arenal so we decided to find a closer vantage point to take some photos for the blog. How we suffer for you finicky people.
Like Lewis & Clark. Except, c’mon, totally cuter, right?
From our spot at the top of the hill, we spotted a nice grassy knoll a half-mile below us with an unobstructed view of the lake, so we commenced hoofing it down the steep, curving road, all the while narrowly trying to avoid an untimely death under the fenders of speeding mopeds and pick-up trucks whose drivers leaned out to wave enthusiastically and shout “grrrIIINNNGaaas!” as they passed.
This place does wonders for a girl’s self-esteem.
Only after we arrived, sweaty and winded, at the unpaved road that would lead us to our photo-op site did we notice the barbed-wire gate and “Private Property” sign. The nerve.
After considering our options, which were: (a) Turn around and walk back up the hill, photo-less but otherwise unscathed, or (b) Go for it and risk the possibility of being bitten in the nether regions by an angry Rottweiler, we did the sensible thing.
Well, sensible for us, anyway.
We shimmied around the gate and sneakily (or as sneakily as two giggling girls who may have had a few beers can) hightailed it down the road and up the hill.
And we were richly rewarded for our loose morals:
And we didn’t run into a vicious Rottweiler, although we did encounter a different kind of beast…
While we were enjoying the view, this curious little guy (Or maybe gal? We didn’t bother checking under the hood.) trotted up to check us out.
And if it had any qualms about us being there, it did not make them known.
It didn’t seem to have any qualms about sharing personal space, either.
The view was breathtaking and our new friend was accommodating, but we decided we’d better get back before it started getting dark. So we made it back to the road, congratulated ourselves on pulling off a successful caper and that was the end of our little adventure.
Oh, except Katie slipped while scrambling down the muddy hill and had to trek all the way back to the restaurant with a foot that resembled the Swamp Thing.
So I guess the lesson here is: Crime doesn’t pay. But only if you’re Katie’s flip-flop.