I went hiking with some people I didn't really know today. At the top of the mountain we came out upon a view of all of Los Angeles. Nearby there was a memorial with some flowers on it. When I saw it I said, "Did someone get killed up here? Wow, I didn't think it was that dangerous." Everyone looked at me like I was the devil and someone said that we shouldn't make bad jokes about dead people. Apparently, someone in the party knew someone who knew someone who had placed a memorial at the spot because it was the deceased's favorite place. Everyone acted very solemn, and I felt like an ass.

Just for today, I can make friends on hikes.