On Sunday morning, young Kate decided to drive some 15 miles from her home in Hillcrest to Los Penasquitos Canyon Preserve in Mira Mesa/Rancho Penasquitos for a 12-mile solo trail run. She took with her a car key, a water bottle and her iPod. At some point, she dropped her key but didn't hear it fall because she was listening to music. She couldn't call anyone for help because she'd locked her cell phone in the car. There is no public transportation in the area, and Kate wasn't carrying any money on her anyway, so she accepted a ride with a guy who said he also lived in Hillcrest. Don't worry, this story has a happy ending.
Kate made it home unharmed and proceeded to contact co-workers via Facebook and email to see if someone on Monday would take her to get a new key at a car dealership and then drive her back to her car, which might or might not have been towed by then. I volunteered to do it, especially since I live just a few blocks from where her parked car was deserted. Not only was she lucky it wasn't towed, but she's also grateful it wasn't stolen. On the windshield was a note from a Good Samaritan saying he'd found her key and left it on her front tire. This just confirms that aside from attacks on young female joggers, I live in a pretty safe part of San Diego.
(Those young joggers were Chelsea King and a more fortunate Colorado college student.)
When Kate returned to work the next morning, those thought bubbles in yesterday's post surrounded her computer monitor. She knows she was foolish, and now you know too.