The photos above are from our outing today. The SR-71 Blackbird is probably the closest thing I have ever seen to an alien spacecraft. I was hypnotized and photographed it from every angle. It doesn’t look like it should fly.

If you ever find yourself on the PCH in Malibu and you see a nice place to pull over with a big pile of rocks that would allow you to traverse the fifteen or so feet from the roadway down to the beach but you are clad only in a pair of flip flops, heed this advice: walk around the rocks, do not try to go down them.

Having grown up riding a skateboard, I always prided myself in my ability to roll with a fall and not hurt my head. However, when you find yourself in a situation where you are falling sideways, your head lower than your feet and your arm in a void between two largish rocks; you have no choice but to break the fall with your face.

The aftermath was a large ‘n’ shaped chunk of flesh (torn more than halfway through to the underside of my mouth) under my nose and above my lip on the left-center part of my face. I am aware that most people would have opted for stitches. I chose the DIY method: cleaning the wound and gluing the top part back in place. (Each side was left open to allow anything that may have been missed in the cleaning a final chance to escape during the healing process.)

Lesson learned: Don’t play on big piles of rocks in flip flops.

Face meets rocks.