Contrary to our initial belief, the ground was not sodden at all. We swung onto Lightfoot Trail with ease, then followed its slope-less path to the next intersection. It remained sturdy underneath our wheels, while the trees diffused harsh UV rays from the skies above.
We persevered until just past Division Road, then readily stopped for a break by a small creek.
After re-supplying our bodies with fluids, back to Mariposa we went!
She glanced up at me, expressing silent exasperation. "Ten minutes?" she impatiently replied, as if I had knowingly walked into her restaurant and demanded food on the spot.
None of the diners we spotted were of Asian descent, which we ought to have taken as an indication of authenticity.
Thai Red Curry with Beef and Rice was the TEENSIEST $10.50 portion of food I had ever laid eyes on. The rice had merely been dumped into the container; the broccoli and beef bits were no larger than the size of my thumb. The spice level was ridiculous as well: a sharp, piercing sensation like a dagger down one's throat. Coconut rice had not been an option either.
Vermicelli noodles were clumped at one end of its Styrofoam container. Basil leaves and crunchy raw bean sprouts filled the rest of the space. In retrospect, the noodles were probably the highlight of the entire meal: its texture paired well with the curries. That said, a price tag of $12.50 was still outrageous.
Do yourself a favour: Drive a bit further.