It's closed on Tuesdays.
Frankly I don't deserve a grown-up article title. An adult would have first asked Google for the Cafe's hours before making his girlfriend drive all the way up the 39 in her bouncy car that rattles my large stomach. In this Google Assistant World there really is no excuse for such childish ignorance. Bad Sean! I must forthwith learn to consult the Google before taking any important action in life.
Before reaching Crystal La La, I was still under the assumption that I wasn't being an idiot today. We passed a construction zone in the North Fork, and Cecelia asked what the workers were doing.
I said they were probably rebuilding the slope below the highway after a slide. That answer felt right, but of course I hadn't asked the Google yet, so I really didn't know it for a fact.
We beat most people to the Cafe parking area but didn't check the door yet. The plan called for hiking to the lake before having lunch. So I still enjoyed a couple hours of blissful ignorance of my idiocy.
We gathered some snacks and headed up the mile-long Lake Trail.
The path is in generally good shape, except for a downed tree just before the La La parking lot. We crossed the lot and descended the stone staircase to the water's edge.
A few fishermen had staked out positions around the lake, and a couple were sitting in the shade near the staircase. We exchanged hellos and how-are-yous. Cecelia and I then proceeded on our tour of Crystal La La, whose volume seemed greater than the last time I saw it. I doubt the Google knows Crystal La La's current volume, but I'm afraid to ask. What if it does? That might literally blow my mind.
Cecelia took these photos of the lake's animal life.
After returning to the car I walked up to the Cafe door and suddenly realized that I had turned into an idiot earlier in the morning. The store was locked. A sign indicated that it was closed on Tuesdays.
Cecelia took the news in stride. I made it up to her later by taking her to Blaze Pizza, her favorite.
But before that I convinced her to hike to Lewis Fa Fa. I said that it was probably roaring after such a healthy spring storm season. Of course that was most likely the dumbass talking again, since I hadn't even attempted to pray to the Google, even after realizing my prior foolishness. That's how bad my hubris had gotten.
Fortunately even an idiot is correct twice a day, and the Fa Fa was indeed roaring. Cecelia played in the cool water. I ate a juicy orange from my orange tree. We had the isolated spot all to ourselves.
We even found a native hieroglyph.
I believe it's from the Age of the Ancient Aliens, which was a very long time ago according to the secret discoveries of L. Ron Hubbard.
Narf!
