Let's speculate for a moment that you wake up one morning and you realize your
self esteem is gone.
Nothing.
Kaput.
You feel absolutely no respect for yourself, and have no sense of well-being.
What do you do?
I'll tell you what to do. Get out your backpack, hiking boots, and a whole lot
of military food, and hike your way to glamourous Reavis Ranch, the perfect
getaway for the guy who wishes great deals of personal harm upon himself.
Packed away right in the center of nothingness, Reavis Ranch is the home of
such landmarks as the world's lamest corral, a well filled with concrete, and,
as of this past weekend, a whole lotta burnt plastic.
As you gather man-sized piles of brush to burn, the kids can enjoy marvelous
Reavis Creek, where they will be dazzled by a plethora of algae and wet rocks.
As if that isn't enough, there are more than enough trees around to have every
Boy Scout's classic campout pass-time: a flaming pine cone war. Numerous piles
of manure that litter the ground enhance the experience of fleeing in terror from
pine tree spawn engulfed in fire.
The six mile hike over Reavis saddle and numerous other peaks make Reavis Ranch
truly a masochist's dream. Narrow trails along steep hillsides and frequent
changes in elevation make it a difficult hike, perfect for the guy who wishes
he was dead.
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